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Knuckles clenched white

throat like the desert

I've caught a sickness with no cure

I'll drive familar roads with the windows down

Searching for the remedy

A dose to make me feel at ease

Nostalgia isn't what I feel

It's not the memories that make me lose sleep

I'm still searching to find the answer I need

The aching in my bones

Is for a place that doesn't exist

And I don't think it ever did

And I don't think it ever will