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I could walk a million miles.
Suffer freezing rain and failure.
It's familiar.
This time you have gone too far.
Stole my memories and teardrops.
Now it all stops.
Old truths have taken shape.
They form themselves inside your landscape.
And now I'm a million miles from home.
I don't know.
Still, I can see so clearly.
I don't care.
Suffer sacrifice in vain.
Seems like endless pain inside me.
It's colliding.
Still, you've got no choice at all.
Make a choice before your world stops.
Before your smile drops.
Old truths have taken shape.
They form themselves inside your landscape.
And now I'm a million miles from home.
I don't know.
Still, I can see so clearly.
I don't care.
[breakdown rant by Chris:]
... I'm sorry if I said something that you don't like anymore.
I don't know. I'm sorry if I say I don't know if I'm sorry if
I'm not really sorry but I don't know anything at all.
It's not sure what I know or what I care about or what there is
to care about at all, you know what I'm talking about?
Do you know what I mean? Do you hear what I'm saying?
You've made the same mistake again.
Did you think I'd really buy it?
You shouldn't try it.
There's no one here in your defense.
They know you lie and don't make sense.
Are you getting tense?
Old truths have taken shape.
They form themselves inside your landscape.
And now I'm a million miles from home.
I don't know.
Still, I can see so clearly.
I don't care.
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