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Lyrics: Papercut Massacre. Other. Million Miles.


So this is what it feels to breathe
Just one more taste and it starts to leave
It blows and sways just like the trees
Then it's gone

If this is what we're fighting for
Not a single word, walk out that door
I've seen that look in her eyes before
Then it's gone again

She leaves
As the tears roll down her face
And this boy, he's left to blame
I'd rather be a million miles away
All the pieces fall in place
Still I dare not walk away
I'd rather be a million miles away

You took away the best of me
And left me with no room to see
That nothing's ever as we dream
We were wrong

Control this steady flow of tears
The price for being alone for years
It's focused on my inner fears
And grows strong again

She leaves
As the tears roll down her face
And this boy, he's left to blame
I'd rather be a million miles away
All the pieces fall in place
Still I dare not walk away
I'd rather be a million miles away

In another time and place
Far from this cold embrace
I will find my space
A million miles away

As the tears roll down her face
And this boy, he's left to blame
I'd rather be a million miles away
All the pieces fall in place
Still I dare not walk away
I'd rather be a million miles away

As the tears roll down her face
And this boy, he's left to blame
I'd rather be a million miles away
All the pieces fall in place
Still I dare not walk away
I'd rather be...
Papercut Massacre