On one hand, I'm walking
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The way that I do
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Looking like I'm lost in thought
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But I'm looking for you
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It's so subconscious
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The way that I feel
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Too bad my subconscious life
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Is the more real
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And I ain't in the best shape
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That I've ever been in
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But I know where I'm going
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It ain't where I've been
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I know where I'm going
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And it ain't where I've been
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Some kind of anxiety
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Has gotten hold of my heart
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And I just wanna run home
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When I feel it start
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Plastic bottles of water
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Sealed windows, forced air
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And gazillions of cell phones
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Beaming through my hair
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And I ain't in the best shape
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That I've ever been in
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But I know where I'm going
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And it ain't where I've been
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I know where I'm going
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And it ain't where I've been
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Tossing and turning
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Between sleepless dreams
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And I'm poised on the edge of
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What it all means
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So I turn my back
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And I spread my arms wide
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And I let myself fall in
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Way deep inside
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And I ain't in the best shape
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That I've ever been in
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But I know where I'm going
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And it ain't where I've been
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I know where I'm going
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And it ain't where I've been
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Subconscious
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| Ani DiFranco |
