A million miles away from home, I feel sick and I feel torn, I´ve got a picture in my mind, of all these things I´ve left behind. It´s just another hotel motel and a six-pack in my head, I keep talking to that picture, but "everything" just won´t talk back. Now I wish that you could hear me, you´re always on my mind, I feel bad leaving you behind.

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Hell I´ve got promises to keep and miles to go before I sleep I think of you and while I wheep a million miles to go

The worn out picture in my head, the only blanket in my bed I´m sweating blood that taste like tears, your voice so sadly in my ear, Now I wish that you could hear me, you´re always on my mind, I feel bad leaving you behind

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Hell I´ve got promises to keep and miles to go before I sleep, I think of you and while I wheep a million miles to go.