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They say if you ain’t got big plans
Then you’re a small man
So put your cards on the table
If you think you’ve gotta hand

You planned it all out
You left your hometown
The fire in your eyes was blinding you from the road you were going down

Well is this what you dreamed it be?
The soles of yer boots are worn thin, it’s getting hard to life your feet
But these miles ain’t gonna walk themselves, and you’re starting to think
“I’ll get where I’m going, or this’ll be the end of me”

I wake up each morning
And see a face in the mirror
It’s getting longer every day
Oh how the hell did I get here

Cause this ain’t what I dreamed it’d be
The soles of my boots are worn thin, getting hard to lift my feet
And these miles ain’t gonna walk themselves, and I’m starting to think
I’ll get where I’m going, or this’ll be the end of me

I used to think I’d know the end
Of this path that I’m headed
But every place it looks the same
As the last one when I left it

Well this ain’t what I dreamed it’d be
The soles of these boots are worn thin, it’s getting hard to lift my feet
And these miles ain’t gonna walk themselves, and I’m starting to think
I’ll get where I’m going, or this’ll be the end of me.

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