1, 2, 3, 4
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I'm going away for awhile
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But I'll be back, don't try and follow me
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Cause I'll return as soon as possible
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See I'm tryna find my place
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But it might not be here where I feel safe
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We all learn to make mistakes
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And run
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From them, from them
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With no direction
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We'll run from them, from them
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With no conviction
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Cause I'm just one of those ghosts
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Travelling endlessly
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Don't need no roads
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In fact they follow me
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And we just go in circles
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Well now I'm told that this is life
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And pain is just a simple compromise
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So we can get what we want out of it
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Would someone care to classify,
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Of broken hearts and twisted minds
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So i can find someone to rely on
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And run
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To them, to them
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Full speed ahead
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Oh you are not useless
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We are just
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Misguided ghosts
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Travelling endlessly
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The ones we trusted the most
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Pushed us far away
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And there's no one road
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We should not be the same
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But i'm just a ghost
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And still they echo me
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They echo me in circles
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Misguided Ghosts
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| Paramore |
