Say nothing could hold you down 
It's already taken so long 
To get yourself from out on this limb 
Way out here 

Every word you remember still clear 
Even though it was a long time ago 
You've never been ready to breathe 

This luggage is weighing you down 
You still get used to the a crowd 
You though it was a question of time 
Something you'd learn to get by 

A news stand catches your eye 
Distractions you really don't mind 
You don't like the way things unfold 
When they fall apart in your hands 
They really fall apart in your hands 

The hustlers are kings of their games 
But end up only fooling themselves 
The truth becomes stranger than dreams 

Each beggar's out laying his claim 
Without a seat left in the place 
A whistle tells you it's time to leave 

This luggage is weighing you down 
You still get used to the a crowd 
You though it was a question of time 
Something you'd learn to get by 

A news stand catches your eye 
Distractions you really don't mind 
You don't like the way things unfold 
When they fall apart in your hands 
They really fall apart in your hands 
 

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