People make sounds. I'm trying to find my way out. It's all too loud. Gotta find my way out.

A friend who's thousand miles away and another one who stayed are equally far. I stare at the stars.

I'm walking through town trying to find my way out. Wonder if anyone could see I've got a reason to leave.

I'm walking through town, 8 am, one block down, and I can do what I please, upgrade a car to a limousine.

It's all a lie. I just can't stay by your side.

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