I want to ride down the avenue
With nothing to hide, nothing to prove
I want to try somewhere new
Where open air meets the sky
I can't live here any longer
Still on home after all this time
I want to love and leave you away my home
Just swaying and nothing on the avenue, again
Yeah, haven't seen all the good inside me yet, I know
Maybe I should see that in myself again
See that in myself and go
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