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Lyricist: From First to Last
Lyrics:
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
I wanted to be that breath of fresh air When everything smelled so insincere But this taste still lingers in my mouth Deceit has ways of sticking around And I'm ready to disappear Vacation seems far, seems far from here
Note to self: I miss you terribly This is what we call a tragedy Come back to me, come back to me, to me Note to self: I miss you terribly This is what we call a tragedy Come back to me, back to me, to me
I can feel my mind wandering again Into where I don't know, and will I ever get home? Time starts moving faster than I can And I'm sick of this scene, I need a break from routine I can feel my mind wandering again Into where I don't know, and will I ever get home? Time starts moving faster than I can And I'm sick of this scene, I need a break from 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
Which part of me is lost? 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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