| I’ve got to get out
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| This city’s like a graveyard pulling me down
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| I scream and I shout
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| But no one hears the words that I’m trying to say
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| I’ve been feeling for a while like I don’t belong
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| Been tryin to get it right but so far I’ve been wrong
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| And even though I’m weak I’ve been trying to be strong
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| For too long, too long, too long, too long…
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| These are the days when the rain pours down
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| You’re never sure if you’re lost or found
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| If I could be someone else for a day
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| Maybe I’d find my way back home
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| I’ll pretend that I’m lost
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| On the tail of an Atlantic breeze
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| I’ll be the man that I want
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| The kind that writes his own philosophies
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| You know it’s funny how we strive for a lifetime
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| Never knowing what it is that can satisfy
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| It’s the only thought that fills a one track mind
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| To keep on, keep on, keep on, keep on…
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| These are the days when the rain pours down
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| You’re never sure if you’re lost or found
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| If I could be someone else for a day
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| Maybe I’d find my way back home
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| These are the days when the rain pours down
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| Thirty years caught in a border town
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| So take a chance and step out
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| Maybe we’ll find a way back home |