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1:47 am

happiness takes the form of a highway

each right turn i take

leading me to my destination

each wrong turn pulling me farther and farther

from the light

where am i now

there are only long and winding roads from here

darkness only follows these sharp turns

i lost myself in the wheel

now where do i turn

oh it seems

i've wrecked

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