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...
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