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On these streets
So this is honestly honesty, it hasn't shown itself around here too much lately/ But that's okay, it seems I was pretty good at faking/ Oh the expressions I used to put on/ Like a funny mask that I would have to don/ There was the grown up one/ There was the twenty somethintg/ Anything to cover up the one that said I don't know what to do
But suddenly these lungs figured out how to work on theirs own/ They don't need to concious reminding/ And this heart doesn't need to go finding/ This is my solo trip, my turn to walk with my hands in my pocket/ To walk through these wet foreign streets with a cold nose and pink cheeks/ But it doesn't matter because these eyes are shining bright/ This is my inner most light...my glow that guides me through the night/ yeah, this is what feels so so right.
And on this street I walk to my home, so temporary but my own/ I have a key to a lock and an address that you've never know/ I've got a little peice of somethin that only I can show/ I can let you and and let you out/ And I won't stop to watch you go/ So let me shut my door, I've got things to do/ I'll fill you in when I get time, I'll write it all down/ I'll send it later, when its far overdue/ But theres this life that I'm making, and it doesn't have any room for all that faking..I'll give you the rundown the next time I'm around/ But you know i'll just be passin through/ It's not home no more, no, now I'm just passin through
So this is honestly honesty, it hasn't shown itself around here too much lately/ But that's okay, it seems I was pretty good at faking/ Oh the expressions I used to put on/ Like a funny mask that I would have to don/ There was the grown up one/ There was the twenty somethintg/ Anything to cover up the one that said I don't know what to do
But suddenly these lungs figured out how to work on theirs own/ They don't need to concious reminding/ And this heart doesn't need to go finding/ This is my solo trip, my turn to walk with my hands in my pocket/ To walk through these wet foreign streets with a cold nose and pink cheeks/ But it doesn't matter because these eyes are shining bright/ This is my inner most light...my glow that guides me through the night/ yeah, this is what feels so so right.
And on this street I walk to my home, so temporary but my own/ I have a key to a lock and an address that you've never know/ I've got a little peice of somethin that only I can show/ I can let you and and let you out/ And I won't stop to watch you go/ So let me shut my door, I've got things to do/ I'll fill you in when I get time, I'll write it all down/ I'll send it later, when its far overdue/ But theres this life that I'm making, and it doesn't have any room for all that faking..I'll give you the rundown the next time I'm around/ But you know i'll just be passin through/ It's not home no more, no, now I'm just passin through