Found Out
Eighteen years roaming about
All of these years
Not yet figured out
My smile is honest
Even though I'm anxious
Afraid to go
Too scared to stop
No holding me back. No.
Not today
Not tomorrow
Where I'm at, I'll never stay
Dreams are who I am
My plane tickets to get away
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