you can't be like me
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but be happy that you can't
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I see pain but I don't feel it
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I am like the old tin man
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I'm as worn as a stone
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I keep it steady as I can
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I see pain but I don't feel it
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I am like the old tin man
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I miss it
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I miss it (oh)
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I miss that
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feeling of feeling
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I used to fill the sky around
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with happiness and joy
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I had news to give the wind
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to keep my sails and heart employed
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I felt people move around me
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I felt loneliness and shame
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back then everyday was different
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now each moment is the same
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I miss it
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I miss it (oh)
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I miss that feeling of feeling
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I miss it
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I miss it (oh)
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I miss that feeling of feeling
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the feeling of feeling
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the wind upon my face
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and caring what it brings this way
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the feeling of feeling
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these minutes pass away
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and caring what I do with them
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baby bring me life or something else
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so it goes a man grows cold
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some would say a man grows strong
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they say life only grows short
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I say the road only grows long
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as long as there's a road
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my feet will never touch the ground
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if you won't give my heart back
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I've no need to stick around
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I miss it
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I miss it (oh)
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I miss that
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feeling of feeling
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the feeling of feeling
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the feeling of feeling
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Tin Man
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The Avett Brothers |