| Tired of a life stuck in memories,
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| I look up to the dreams, to better days
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| I decided to pack my bag and go away
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| far away from here.
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| I have no ties to this place, except few ghosts haunting me
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| I will take them with me, you know I will take them forever
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| Everything I accepted, despite myself, didn’t make me feel any better.
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| I’m stuck in a world of false beliefs,
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| I will bear no more.
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| Now I take myself and head wherever the road may go.
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| You can tell me that dreams are fairy tales
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| but I’ll never stop to follow what I feel in my heart.
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| I will stand and fight for what I really care.
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| I look at the road that never seems to end,
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| the horizon cracks it, dividing it from the sky.
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| Everything I accepted, despite myself, didn’t make me feel any better.
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| I’m stuck in a world of false beliefs,
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| I will bear no more.
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| Now I take myself and head wherever the road may go.
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| How many miles will I have to walk to get away from my past?
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| Being tied to memories means to die inside.
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| Being tied to memories means to die inside.
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| Being tied to memories means to die inside,
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| this is what I feel, I’m not scared to breathe new life.
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| Being tied to memories means to die inside,
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| this is what I feel, I’m not scared to breathe new life. |