My wild ways are washing tears to fear
again again
I can't believe whats happening
dreams reach extremes when the ink just starts to bleed and the picture finally starts to fade
moving on so I can feel life rushing strait through me
standing on my own two feet and learning how to breathe
Walk I walk the washed out
the washed out road I walk it washed out and now I now
places I've been I just let them go
I walk the washed out, the washed out road

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