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They always tell me In the end you find yourself They always told me That I’d be something else They never told me About the stormy roads But I always knew It wouldn’t be a bed of roses I saw my way out Out of this shattered roads I’m on my way All the way back home I’m tired of this This lonesome world I’m going back All the way back home I’m sick of this This lonesome world They always told me In the end you find yourself They always tell me That I will be something else They never told me About the stormy roads But I always knew It wouldn’t be a bed of roses I found my way out Out of this shattered roads I’m on my way All the way back home I’m tired of this This lonesome world I’m going back All the way back home I’m sick of this This lonesome world I saw my way out Out of this shattered roads I’m on my way All the way back home I’m tired of this This lonesome world