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my uncle wanted me to be a doctor
my sister just wanted me to come home
I might have made a good teacher or a pretty decent mother
but I tried not to look back and I struck out on my own
so many paths that I could take
well lately all I see are possible mistakes
staring back at me when I confront the day
sometimes it's so hard to get out of my own way

blind curves everywhere
no map to follow out of town
the one I have must be broken
it keeps taking me over the same ground

and coming home don't feel the same
‘cause I've grown tired of the travel and the ache
inside my bones is heavy now
and doesn't fade as fast as it once did
and flying scares me still but I think more these days
of leaving loved ones on the ground in wait
weighted down by the grief that I create
every time I have to go

and there are blind curves everywhere
no map to follow out of town
the one I have must be broken
it keeps taking me over the same ground

and I try to reason with myself
the same as I would with anyone else
numb the pain with too much work and alcohol
pretending i don't miss anyone at all

and yeah we're in the same boat
but it's not much consolation if the boat is going down
we've lost the little things that were keeping us afloat
and it sure feels like we've run aground

and there are blind curves everywhere
no map to follow out of town
the one I have must be broken
it keeps taking me over the same ground

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