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I used to like the smell of cigarettes
Alcohol reminds me of being home
Both scents remind me of what I regret
And people say that all roads lead to Rome
But this road I’m wandering leaves me lost
Home is where the heart is and my heart’s gone
I am wandering far but at what cost?
Life is a game and I am just a pawn
Through endless circles I form my own path
I am heading nowhere and everywhere
Hoping to escape any known gods’ wrath
They watch me pass and offer a cold glare
Walking down this empty road is so hard
To get somewhere I must let down my guard




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