Cornfields of Mars - Roads | Текст песни

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There is no such place where I would belong,
There is no such house that I would call home.
Noone on Earth would I call my own kin,
Tumbleweed's scatching me under my skin.

Roads are calling, everything's falling
Apart wherever I stay;
See you around when lights go out
In a town without a name.

You take one step towards me every day,
I am already a mile away.
Freedom's my bitter-sweet terrible curse.
Sorry, I'm taking a different course.

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