I been gone a long, long time, I know,
Been holding up, hiding out with my old radio,
Trying to learn how to sound like a sad folk singer,
Long way from my days of livewires and, way too long gone, drop dread-ringers.

Found a liberty bell hiding out in my attic,
Gonna take it out and have a good, hard whack at it,
Maybe the sound will set me free,
They say I'm more square than round these day,
I don't know where to start these day,
I don't feel too smart these day,
That's why I went away.

But the itch...itch is back,
Scratch that part of my heart and begin on the long, long road back,
Still got a long way to go,
I'm moving slow.

I've been crawling out of a cold, hard funk,
Reading too many lies, and eating too much junk,
I'm up too early and down too late,
No time to live, love, laugh,
And I hate that I was brought up right, but took myself down low,
Landed hard in the gutter when I fell off the high road,
Crawling...now I'm crawling around, wondering how I'm gonna get up now.

But the itch...itch is back,
Scratch that part of my heart and begin on the long, long road back,
Still got a long way to go,
Talking 'bout the itch...itch is back,
Scratch that part of my heart and start on the long, long road back,
Still got a long way to go.

Know that I can't go back no more,
Don't want nothing that I wasn't created for,
I want nothing to hide, I need someone inside,
Not along for the ride, but the long road abiding.

Because the itch...itch is back,
Scratch that part of my heart and begin on the long, long road back,
Still got a long way to go,
Talking 'bout the itch...itch is back,
Scratch that part of my heart and begin on the long, long road back,
Still got a long way to go,
Talking 'bout the itch...itch is back.

Oh, the itch...itch is back,
Come on, the itch...itch is back,
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