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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 iPod |
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And I realize it's getting late |
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I can't take the staring and the sympathy |
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And I don't like the questions, "How do you feel?" |
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"How's it going in school?" |
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"Do you wanna talk about it?" |
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Way out, way out of here |
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Fade out, fade out, vanish |
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I'll try to forget you and I know that I will |
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In a thousand years or maybe a week |
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I'll burn all your pictures, cut out your face |
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And the shutters are down |
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And the curtains are closed |
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And I've covered my tracks |
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Disposed off the car |
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And I'll try to forget even your name |
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And the way that you look |
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When you're sleeping |
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And dreaming of this |
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Way out, way out of here |
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Fade out, fade out, vanish |
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Way out, way out of here |
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Fade out, fade out, vanish |
