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Home from the road and nothing feels the same.
Color fades from everything when it rains.
Just a visitor in your homeland.
Waiting to leave is all you can stand.
And all your dirty habits far outweigh your shame.
Don't be afraid you can't let go,
don't be afraid they told you so,
don't be afraid,
don't be afraid to just let go.
It's all over now and you know that you must move on.
Everyone will miss you when you're gone.
It takes guts to say that everything has gone your way,
and you've been doing nothing for so long.
All your old fade-out friends won't get you by,
when the grass on the other side has caught your eye.
You're in a rocking chair, you go back and forth, you don't go nowhere.
And if you ever stop moving, then you'll die.
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