| Are you watching the rain pound
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| On a road you where you don’t want to be?
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| Are you walking a path that leads to a dead life?
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| Are you staring out the window
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| Onto a town that broke you down?
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| Killing every minute with a blunt edged knife ?!
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| My foot follows the other — it feels just like I’m walking
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| My mouth moves up and down, no one hears me talking
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| Birth brought me to this wasted place
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| One day I will fly away
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| I will fly away
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| I’m not looking back
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| I’ll never ever, ever see this place again
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| Pick me up and carry me away
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| I’ll never look back — won’t waste another of my days here
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| So carry me away
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| I’ll never see this place again
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| My foot follows the other — it feels just like I’m walking
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| My mouth moves up and down, no one hears me talking
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| Birth brought me to this wasted place
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| Birth brought me to this waste place
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| One day I’ll escape this place
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| Pick me up and carry me away
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| I’ll never look back — won’t waste another of my days here
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| So carry me away |