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It looks like home, but is it real? is that how life's supposed to feel? It feels as if i'm off my world as if i miss a tender hold As if i'm lost inside a dream shouting for help without a scream I tried to search for what i miss i tried to find the way to bliss But all i found was a fading road the close it takes you, is far abroad I took this road without a choice until i heard in my head a voice A voice that says "you have to wait" "you have to climb the mountain to great" "Bliss is a place that's hard to reach" "there're so many walls you can't just breach" "You have to find your own way through" "you have to search your