i sell my future that's for sure
i have a trip to make
gather my stuff and flee away
and i'll be gone for good
won't be able to re-take
the trace of things i left behind
no, one
nobody's
nobody's fault
and i can't blame anyone
i only carry my guitar
old pictures in a bag
my head is just aboutto burst
and this ache, that i got in
is taking over all my dreams
a shadeless day under a tree

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