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Yeah, i left my past
i hitchhiked away from bad times
now i try to get used to
the freedom to speak what's on my mind
when it turn to tears ... i wonder why
- the dreams were under my pillow
but, there are no answers
yeah, love is a riddle
Yeah, so many times
when i complain about life
i'm unsatisfied
i guess it's not about the car that i drive
- or the house i can't buy
it's dry tears that i cry
i know that all i need is
that it's easy and free
between you and me
Yeah, tear down my littlewall
and drag me away from old trouble
i feel there's a hand now
that keeps me from gettin' too close today
Yeah, so many times...