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With all their words still inside me
But no idea what I should say
I watch you sleeping through the window
And say goodbye when I'm on my tired way

And now I'm lost, and I'm divided
A civil war inside my head
I don't know why you still haunt me
I only know your ghost will follow me to bed

But in the sky I see roads
And I know I've gotta go and chase 'em
My legs, they never sit still
Not even in rest
And I know I will pine for peace
But I won't stop even if I find it
Yeah, that's the problem with me

And so I sit like a child
At the foot of frippery
I tip my hat and say the things they like to hear
Then I go rearrange the things that I believe

And in the sky I see roads
And I know I've gotta go and chase 'em
My legs, they never sit still
Not even in rest
And I know I will pine for peace
But I won't stop even if I find it
Oh, that's the problem with me

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