Show your hands if you're leaving your coat of paint
If you're bolted to heavy things like anchors hidden somewhere 'neath your skin
Or if your head's just an empty box
If your heart has [bad word] spare parts
If your days are down to something you must bear

No, it seems you're a lot like me
You dug yourself into places you never thought you would be
Don't you fret and don't you mind
The only constant is changing
You never know what you'll find

Yeah, tomorrow I might wake up nice and clean
I might believe the things I said I didn't mean
This might turn and wind up just the way we dreamed
and I might [bad word] the things I swore I'd always be

But we're always on our way, we're on our way
But we're always on our way, we're on our way
But we're always on our way, we're on our way
But we're always on our way, we're on our way
But we're always on our way, we're on our way
But we're always on our way, we're on our way

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