(David Crosby)
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Well, I used to walk around with my eyes on fire
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[Instrumental (Electric Guitar)]
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Well I used to walk around with my eyes on fire
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My nerves real close to my skin
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Had a fist full of questions a brand on my cheek
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And we would skate where the ice got thin
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And the smoke blowin' down from a cabin on a hilltop
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Smoke blowin' down in the street
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Some kind of sweet smellin' mystical backdrop
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To the story unfolding at my feet
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There's an edge to the twist of an acrobat in the air
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There's an edge to the twist of a knife
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There's a hard heart of darkness hovering there
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Just around the corner from life
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And I have no answers
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I got no patented path to set you free
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Besides I wouldn't know where you wanted to go
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And it's probably not the same place as me
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[Instrumental (Electric Guitar)]
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Now there's a thousand roads up this mountain
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You can get lost in a minute if you try
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And it's probably enough that I was laughing today
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And lookin' this close in your eye
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I said there was a thousand roads up this mountain
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You can get lost if you try
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It's probably enough that I was laughing today, yeah
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Looking this close in your eye, in your eye
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In your eye
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[Instrumental Ending (Acoustic Guitar and Electric Guitar)]
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Thousand Roads
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David Crosby |