There's nothing I can say, nothing I can say,
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The words would never leave me,
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And nothing I can do, nothing I can do,
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I'm staring at the ceiling,
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Just see another light, see another light,
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Come at me from somewhere,
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And I won't look away, I won't look away,
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I will try to go there,
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All of the ways that I have tried to understand,
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Have taken me further from the place that I had planned,
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And maybe the reason I have strayed so far from home,
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Is I have insisted upon traveling alone,
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The silver and the gold, silver and the gold,
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Are laying here beside me,
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And this is getting old, this is getting old,
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Cause they will never find me,
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Will you come around, will you come around?
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Come around and find me,
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And take me by the hand, take me by the hand,
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And walk along beside me,
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All of the ways that I have tried to understand,
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Have taken me further from the place that I had planned,
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And maybe the reason I have strayed so far from home,
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Is I have insisted upon traveling alone (alone again), alone again
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But I'm not saying that I will never know,
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But never with the weight of my ego,
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Hammering down upon my mind,
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Assuring me that I will find,
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Nothing at all,
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Nothing at all,
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Traveling Alone
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Sherwood |