Besedila: The Offspring. Conspirancy Of One. Million Miles Away.

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There was a time, looking through myself wanting to pretend
if i escaped, i could fill myself i don't think you can
been far and wide but that hole inside never really leaves
when i went away, what i really left
left behind was me

it's telling me
to be on my way home
million miles away
i can't stay

each passing day, every passing face
seems like such a blur
i long to be
home, silently
lying next to her
just to get back, by her side is all
all i need to be
cause i went away
but what i really left
left behind was me

i need to be
getting on my way home
million miles away
i can't take