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I'm living out in the old house |
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And fighting on the stairs |
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And staring at the windows |
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Breeze blowing through the years |
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But if I don't get out of this town |
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Then something is gonna break ' |
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Cause I gotta find my own way now |
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Through this thick malaise |
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Well I don't know where else |
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I can turn now |
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Makes me often wonder when are we gonna learn |
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You're wearing too much make-up |
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Going to the dance |
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And you're looking over my way now |
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But some people out there take a chance |
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But your glow in this light is so becoming now |
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If I don't get out of this town |
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Something's gonna break |
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I'm waiting to find my high/house soon |
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And rummage through the age |
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Sometimes it feels like we don't stand a chance |
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And we go, we go with something pure in our hearts |
