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 I'm on become my only home?
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When did this become the one place 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 I'm on become my only home?
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When did this become the one place I truly know? (I truly know)
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I am missing what makes me whole
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My Only Home
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| As I Lay Dying |
