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Born to be a dancer
Unfulfilled by their spectating eyes
She was cast away, a stray
Running to survive
And she was a stranger
Unfamiliar with their cast iron smiles
She had gone out west to bury what's left
Of a speculative nest she tried to forget
So I guess (I guess)
This is it (that's it)
I'm not anywhere closer to where I was going
Oh (I guess)
That this is it (that's it)
I'll send you a postcard if something reminds me of you
And she felt the danger
On lonely highways growing desolate and wild
Her tattoos fading in the rays
Of the summer smile
And quick like a cancer
She made her way to where she
Lived as a child
Back out west where the only thing left
Are the memories she repressed
In the valley of death
So I guess (I guess)
This is it (that's it)
I'm not anywhere closer to where I was going
Oh (I guess)
That this is it (that's it)
I'll send you a postcard if something reminds me of you
Tried my best to stay clean and satisfied
But I couldn't figure it out to save me
I'm back home to disappear but I don't want to talk about it
I was never enough for you to love me baby, please
So I guess (I guess)
This is it (that's it)
I'm not anywhere closer to where I was going
Oh (I guess)
That this is it (that's it)
I'll send you a postcard if something reminds me of you
