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Out at the train tracks |
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I dream of escape |
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But a song comes onto my i |
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PodAnd I realize it's getting late |
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And I can't take the staring |
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And the sympathy |
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And I don't like the questions "How do you feel?""How's it going in school?"and "Do you wanna talk about it?" |
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Way outWay out of here |
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Fade outFade out, vanish |
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And I'm trying to forget you |
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And I know that |
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I willIn a thousand years, or maybe a week |
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Burn all your pictures, and cut out your face |
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The shutters are down and the curtains are closed |
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And I've covered my tracks |
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Disposed of the car |
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Trying to forget even your name and the way that you look |
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When you're sleeping |
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Dreaming of this |
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Way outWay out of here |
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Fade outFade out, vanish |
