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Theres nothing left, waiting for you
You know it's the truth, just pick up and leave
And I guess
It's that voice inside your head,
telling you its not as simple as it seems

Still haven't made a dent,
in this fucked up mess of a world that I've been living in
You've got a long to go man,
You're a long way from home man
And that voice inside of my head
that's been telling me to stay strong
and to try my best
must have suffered a dent
cuz i don't know where it went
and my chances of leaving this place
have been wearing thin

and I woke up with this feeling today
that things are never gonna change
and i'm just hoping that it's something i can shake

Is this what you wanted?
Time to be responsible for what you've started

And I start to wonder why
I always toss and turn at night
and I guess, there's just too much, things
that are alway on my mind

is this what you wanted
time to be responsible for what you've started
I hope you feel accomplished

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from Postcards from Paradise America, released September 1, 2012
Recorded with Nick Diener @ Home Studio Flint, MI
Produced by Nick Diener and Crookshanks
Mastered by: Mark Mihalic

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