| Step out the front door like a ghost
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| Into the fog where no one notices
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| The contrast of white on white
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| And in between the moon and you
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| The angels get a better view
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| Of the crumbling difference between wrong and right
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| I walk in the air between the rain
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| Through myself and back again
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| Where? |
| I don’t know
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| Maria says she’s dying
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| Through the door I hear her crying
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| Why? |
| I don’t know
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| Round here we always stand up straight
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| Round here something radiates
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| Well Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand
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| She said she’d like to meet a boy who looks like Elvis
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| She walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land
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| Its like she’s walking on a wire in the circus
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| She parks her car outside of my house
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| Takes her clothes off
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| Says she’s close to understanding Jesus
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| And she knows she’s more than just a little misunderstood
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| She has trouble acting normal when she’s nervous
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| Round here we’re carving out our names
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| Round here we all look the same
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| Round here we talk just like lions
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| But we sacrifice like lambs
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| Round here she’s slipping through my hands
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| Ohhh…
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| Sleeping children better run like the wind
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| Out of the lightning dream
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| Mama’s little baby better get herself in Out of the lightning
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| She says «it's only in my head»
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| She says «Shhh I know it’s only in my head»
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| She said «did you think that you were dreaming?»
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| I said «no»
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| «Did you think that you were dreaming»
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| I said «no»
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| «Did you think that you were dreaming»
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| I said «sometimes I don’t know»
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| There’s a girl on the car out in the parking lot
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| And she says «come on, ya know come on just take a shot
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| Can’t you see me Can’t you see me Can’t you see my walls are tumbling down?
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| Can’t you see my walls are crumbling down?
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| Can’t you see my sun stop spinning around
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| Can’t you see the sky turn black and brown
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| Can’t you see the moon is flashing round
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| Can’t you see me Can’t you see me Can’t you see me No There’s a girl on the car out in the parking lot
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| «Can't you see my walls are crumbling down?»
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| Then she looks up at the building
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| Says she’s thinking of jumping
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| She says she’s tired of life
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| She must be tired of something
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| Round here she’s always on my mind
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| Round here hey man got lots of time
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| Round here we’re never sent to bed early
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| And nobody makes us wait
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| Round here we stay up very, very, very, very late
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| I can’t see nothing. |
| nothing round here
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| So will you catch if I’m falling
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| Will you catch me if I’m falling
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| Will you catch me cause I’m falling down on you
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| I said I’m under the gun round here
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| Man I said I’m under the gun round here
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| And I can’t see nothing
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| Nothing round here |