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I Owe It To Myself

 

I Owe It To Myself

(álbum: Many A Mile - 2021)


I need someone to lean upon
Someone to guide me, somebody strong
I can't trust myself enough, the feeling's there but the timing's off
I know I know I know

We're living through crooked times
Too much talk and no straight lines
You can keep your peace and hold your tongue
Think you're right but still you're wrong
I know I know I know

Where do we go next, what do we do
We need a big move to get us through

Well I'm calling all my favours in
Moving close to all my friends
Gonna find my joy again
Well I owe it to myself
Rich man, poor man, beggar, thief
Makes no difference what you believe
When fate's tugging at your sleeve
I owe it to myself

Those nights when we used to walk
I would listen and you would talk
Words of anger, words of love
Both struck down by the stars above
I know I know I know

Voices were calling but how could we know
Head in the clouds and but nowhere to go

Well I'm calling all my favours in
Moving close to all my friends
Gonna find my joy again
Well I owe it to myself
Rich man, poor man, beggar, thief
Makes no difference what you believe
When fate's tugging at your sleeve
I owe it to myself

I'm staring up at an empty sky
Hanging around as the world goes by
You can bury your head, don't let your telephone ring
But when you look up it's the same damn thing
I know I know I know

Well I'm calling all my favours in
Moving close to all my friends
Gonna find my joy again
Well I owe it to myself
Rich man, poor man, beggar, thief
Makes no difference what you believe
When fate's tugging at your sleeve
I owe it to myself

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