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One day I realized I can't take this anymore.

So I packed all my shit and found my way to the door.

Took a trip down South to a place I've never been.

Had to get away from all the pain, sadness and sin.



Now that I'm here I can see

I'm not the same as I use to be.

But when I look in the sky and I see the same star

I know I haven't really gotten all that far.

I'm still in this world and that's what makes me crazy.

I feel like a maniac in the sand, but now I'm too lazy.



I light my cigerette at night and look across at a tree.

And it speaks louder than you when it says "This is where

      you out to be".