A million miles away from home, i feel sick and i feel torn
i`ve got a picture in my mind, of all these things i`ve left behind
it`s just another hotel motel and a six-pack in my head,
i keep talking to that picture, but "everything" just won`t talk back
now i wish that you coult hear me, you`re always on my mind, i feel bad leaving you behind
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hell i`ve got promsies to keep and miles to go before i sleep
i think of you and while i wheep a million miles to go
the worn out picture in my head, the only blanked in my bed
i`m sweating blood that taste like tears, your voice so sadly in my ear,
now i wish that you could hear me, you`re always on my mind, i feel bad leaving you behind
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