| I like to fall hard
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| Something about concrete
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| I see my own scars
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| They’re red so fresh to me
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| Do I need to stray to feel alive
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| Do I carry weight that isn’t mine
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| I always sink deep in what I shouldn’t drink
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| I love to lose sleep and never leave
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| When I should leave
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| Keep on thro-wing all that’s good away
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| Think I’m addicted to problems
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| Need to change
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| ‘Cause I gotta get away and never look back
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| And try to find a better way to keep me on track
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| And run away from the darkness
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| Into the rising sun
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| ‘Cause I gotta get away
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| Gotta get away
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| Gotta get away
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| Gotta get away
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| Gotta get away and never look back
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| To find a better way to keep me on track
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| I always sink deep in what I shouldn’t drink
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| I love to lose sleep and never leave
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| When I should leave
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| Keep on throwing all that’s good away
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| Think I’m addicted to problems
|
| Need to change
|
| ‘Cause I gotta get away and never look back
|
| And try to find a better way to keep me on track
|
| And run away from the darkness
|
| Into the rising sun
|
| ‘Cause I gotta get away
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| Gotta get away
|
| Gotta get away
|
| Gotta get away
|
| Gotta get away and never look back
|
| To find a better way to keep me on track
|
| Gotta get away and never look back
|
| To find a better way to keep me on track
|
| Gotta get away
|
| And run away from the darkness
|
| Gotta get away
|
| Into the rising sun
|
| Gotta get away
|
| And run away from the darkness
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| Gotta get away
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| Into the rising sun |