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I don’t know where I’m going
But I’ve got to get there.
I don’t want to keep moving
Because the roof of the car
Is blocking out the stars
And can’t we just take a moment?
Can’t we just take a break?
Everything is so heavy
And it all seems to multiply.
Can’t we just set the bags down?
For just a second
So I can sort everything out?
We’re moving so quickly
The scenery’s starting to blur
The days are bleeding into each other
And I don’t know
How to stop it.
Where do we go from here?





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beautifullyclueless said...
May 7, 2010 at 11:48 am
i know this feeling so well, youve done a fine job of conveying it to paper :)
 
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