Impressionist Road Map Of The West
The road up ahead has a fork,
That's telling me, which way to go
And where I'm coming from to find my way home...
And in the light of my mistakes,
I'll try to work it out
And I hope I find a place, where
I can be myself again
But in the light of my mistakes,
I'll try to work it out
And I hope I find a place, where
I can be myself again...
And I can't relate, to the words that they say,
And I can't hear any sense, not a hope, not a clue...
And in the light of my mistakes,
I'll try to work it out
And I hope I find a place, where
I can be myself again
And in the light of my mistakes,
I'll try to work it out
And I hope I find a place, where
I can be myself again...
But I don't need this bullsht,
To hide myself behind,
But I just need to find a place where
I can be myself again...
But in the light of my mistakes,
I'll try to work it out
And I need to find a place, where
I can be myself again,
Where I can be myself again, where
I can be myself again...
compositores: Matthew Davies
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