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  1. So Far
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Lyrics

trying to figure out my status yeah i hope i’m doing fine
but the mirror gives me differing reflections every time
and i’m learning as i go
as i’m racing toward the end
sometimes there’s nothing left to do but start again

and it’s feeling like a hundred miles a minute standing still
sometimes perspective and inertia make a bitter tasting pill
and i’m packing all my bags
yeah i’m racing toward the end
and sometimes there’s nothing left to do but start again

a little luck, a little life i’m taking for the road
a little time, a little rhyme will help me to bear the load
when i feel i’m moving slow
cause it’s so far that i’ve got to go

and it’s all i ever had
but i’m racing toward the end
and sometimes there’s nothing left to do but start again