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What It Is
This is not about the day you drove away And this is not about the way I guess I knew it And this is not about the road you took And this is not about the ways I still forget
And if we go back to the end, I'm blowing you a kiss Cuz this is all about the long way to find out
So take, take me home to the place that I miss where I still remember it doesn't matter what it is So take, take me home to the place that I miss Where I still remember it doesn't matter what it is
This is not about the little ways And this is not about how someone else And this is not about the way that coming clean And this is not about regrets
Maybe someday all the pictures, I'll show em to my kids Cuz this is all about the long way to find out
In all the dreams about my life it never went like this Cuz this is all about the long way to find out |