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Like a swarm of flies colliding with a moving windshield |
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So are our lives on this never-ending road |
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I have left behind my mark only to be later washed away |
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And was consumed with the allure despite the inevitable decay |
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When did the road that |
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I'm on become my only home? |
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When did this become the one place |
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I truly know? (I truly know) |
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A journey making us like weeds |
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Where the wind steals our splendour |
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But spreads it to the distant fields |
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Despite our fragile imperfections |
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Yet shaking walls and wearing wheels |
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Can never capture my heart the way you do |
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When did the road that |
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I'm on become my only home? |
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When did this become the one place |
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I truly know? (I truly know) |
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I am missing what makes me whole |