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This river of road,It don't flow like it used to.But it's more of a homeThan anywhere that I've ridden it to.We used to dream togetherBut now I drink alone.From the bottle to the tumblerIs the only journey left I know.And in my memories depths I retrace my steps.I cannot find where I went wrong.It was one fast move or I'm gone.I found out at an early age I could make anything or planeDisappear or cease to exist if I turn my back to it.And that the interstates, they don't connectWhere you are to what you've left.And the ghost of our dreams haunt the roads in between.Though nothing could compare to the love we shareIt just didn't have a place to belong.It was one fast move of I'm gone.One fast move or I'm gone.One fast move or I'm gone. From Letras Mania