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Note To Self
From First To Last
Two roads...Split off from here, and my life goes running in opposite directions.
Exaggerating the barrier between who I am, and who I want to be.
But this taste still lingers in my mouth, Deceit has ways of sticking around.
I wanted to be that breath of fresh air, When everything smelled so insincere.
And I'm ready to disappear, Vacation seems far seems From here.
Note to self: I miss you terribly.
Note to self: I miss you terribly.
This is what...We call a tragedy.
Come back to me, Back to me, To me.
Come back to me, Come back to me, To me.
This is what...We call a tragedy.
Into where I dont know, and will I ever get home?
I can feel my mind, wandering again.
Time starts moving, faster than I can.
And I'm sick of this scene, I need to breakfrom the routine.
I can feel my mind, wandering again.
Into where I dont know, and will I ever get home?
Time starts moving, faster than I can.
And I'm sick of this scene, I need to break the routine.
Two roads...Split off from here, and my life goes running in opposite directions.
Exaggerating the barrier between who I am, and who I want to be.
Which part of me is left? I feel so close, and yet I am so far.
Which part of me is lost? I feel so close, and yet I am so...Far!...
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תודה, המערכת תבדוק את הקליפ ותוסיף אותו למאגר
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