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Lirieke: Craig's Brother. E.P.Idemic. 10,000 Miles.


I wandered 10,000 miles
I never found what I was searching for
to wind up here in your arms and now I know it's my fault

I earned myself a place in infamy
but still no sympathy
from the ones I called my own

And I wanted you to believe
in the things that give me hope
I wanted you to believe
the things that make me wonder
I wanted you to see
that you were just like me [x2]

I made up my mind this time
I'll never find another place to stay
I gave up my sense of pride and now
I know it's my fault

I tried so hard to make you think like me
but still you disagree
with the point that matters most

And I wanted you to believe
in the things that give me hope
I wanted you to believe
the things that make me wonder
I wanted you to see
that you were just like me [x2]

I wanted to believe
I guess I wanted to believe
Now I wanted to believe
I guess I wanted to believe
I lost myself