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back of my mind |
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Well my daddy he stood at the foot of the stairs |
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He was calling to me at the time |
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And I knew even then, I could die for the thoughts |
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That I kept in the back of my mind |
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But I dared not to speak |
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How I felt for my dad |
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Cause there were no words to define |
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The ball of confusion, of feelings and stuff |
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That I kept in the back of my mind |
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So I took to the highway |
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And I kept to myself |
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Just a lookin' and hopin' to find |
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Some solutions, some answers, someway to exist |
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All this stuff in the back of my mind |
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So I took me a job |
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And I took me a wife |
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And I took me a bottle of wine |
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And it did not take long, 'til all I had left |
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Was this junk in the back of my mind |
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Well the end of the tunnel |
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It never came up |
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'til I came to the end of the line |
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And I saw that the light I'd been hoping to see |
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Was just a spark in the back of my mind |
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And the cold wind that blew |
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Through the hole in my heart |
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Made a fire for the very first time |
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From some branches of trust |
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And a kindling of faith |
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And that spark in the back of my mind |
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Drivin' like rain, or a runaway train |
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Flyin' blind, shot from the dark in the back of my mind |