There's more than one way home
Ain't no right way, ain't no wrong
And whatever road you might be on
You find your own way 'cause there's more than one way home
I still feel you, now and then
Slow like pseudo-ephedrine
When you see me, will you say I've changed
I ride the subway, read the signs
I let the seasons change my mind
I love it here since I've stopped needing you
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