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So I'll keep searching* |
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For a place called home |
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I'll rip my roots from this earth |
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Into the unknown |
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Is it for the dreams I chased |
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Or the ones I caught |
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This mystery |
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This misery is killing me |
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So now I'll leave behind a murder scene |
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My life isn't real |
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It's just a silhouette |
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And when the sun goes down |
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I won't exist |
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I will be the forgotten |
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Bread crumbs and white stones can't follow me |
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Overwhelming |
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Constantly I'm tearing at the seams |
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The threads that hold me together |
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They envelop me |
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I am a shaking man |
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As my body breaks against the wind |
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I begin to slowly unravel |
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Overwhelming |
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I'm tearing at the seam |
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The threads that hold me together |
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They envelop me |
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And with fervor I am everywhere I never thought I would be |
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I will never come home |
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I am a ghost inside your empty house |
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I don't exist |
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I will not come home |
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I'll never come home |
