I'm going on alone
To that same old place
I've grown to know as home
Where the noise is silent
And the presence small
I find the only thing I know
Exists behind walls
Well I've just about did it
Millions of times
But in the end I'm putting
Too much on the line
For it's all dream and want
The way I find escape
While love just remains out of reach
And these arms are just too tired to hold up anymore
I'm just picking up pieces...
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