Twenty thousand miles from the place I call home
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And twenty some odd years since the day I was born
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And I'm searching, I'm still searching for answers
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People have often told me to chose a different road
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That this one can get ugly, twisting turns that just grow old
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But I'm walking, I don't care if I'm walking alone
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And I'm, screaming into the dark
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Searching for an answer, where do I go from here?
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I, I don't know where I'm headed
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Or if this is just a big mistake
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Something's telling me that falling down
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Is a chance that I'll just have to take
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I get on the bus and put down my bags
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And take a final glance at the only home I've known
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At the only home I've ever known
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And I'm screaming into the dark
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Searching for an answer, where do I go from here?
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All of my life, I've been so comfortable
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But I always knew, that there'd come a day
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When I'd have to get out, get out
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I'm screaming into the dark, searching for an answer
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Where do I go from here?
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And I'm standing still but I can't catch my breath
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Already running as fast as I can but going nowhere
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Where do I go from here?
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Where Do I Go?
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| Marie Digby |
