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Nick Thomas
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Ghost Towns
I made my peace with how things have got to be now. Whiteknuckle grip on the wheel, it's high time I get this show on the road — all alone — good luck from here on out. I understand, but that doesn't mean it doesn't keep me up at night, warm engine push me along, need to find myself a new place, forget her face, turn this wrong back into alright. Every ghost town looks like paradise to me, Within every dusty, haunted building lies my safety from your misery. I just can't actually believe this is happening. I misplaced my hope, I left it in the foreign alleyways I roam. I care so much more than she knows. But that don't make a damn bit of difference now. It's stunning how I made it back home.
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