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If I was ever to run

Back to the place I came from

I'd pack my bags and take the next chance out of town

If some voice inside told me

That this is what it would be

I'd think those thoughts again and surely turn them all around

Hold on to the plans I found

I built a home up from the ground

Take it back to closed off hiding spot

Hate to say it but this might hurt a lot

It's so hard, It's so hard

I'm trying to stare into space

Run it off to an open resting spot

Don't just sit there and count the pretty dots

It's so wrong, It's so wrong

I'm forcing another mistake

If I was forced to go back

I'd find myself right on track

But then I would not ever see the last result

There's only one more option

It's hiding far away and

I always said that I could do it, brace myself for the jolt