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From Paris to Rome
Just wanna run away
Want to become lost
Anywhere but here, I can't stay
I left him and I'm not sad
Can barely feel a thing
Is that bad?
Maybe I'm broken
Maybe I'm healed
Doesn't really matter
Truth is forever concealed
Everyday is A to B
B to C
Rinse then repeat
Maybe I'll hop a flight to Rome
End up in L.A., New York
Never come home
Although, they say home is where your heart is
Well my hearts within and it belongs to no one
So I'll keep sailing
I'm not done, this story has just begun.
