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Walking out the door I fell the urge to run |
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Leave behind this dead end life and have |
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Some real fun |
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What is so important about security |
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I'm working real hard for this grey reality |
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Passport and cash are itching in my hand |
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But still this magnet pulls me back again |
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Why can't I - why can't I |
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Why can't I break away |
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Why can't I - why can't I break away |
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Maybe I'll make it some day |
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People build their prisons |
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Then they lock their doors |
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We're creatures of a self inflicted |
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Big white hall |
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The world's such a big place, why am I so small |
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I wonder if I'm still afraid of this mighty fall |
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Passport and cash are itching in my hand |
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But still this magnet pulls me back again |
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Why can't I - why can't I |
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Why can't I break away |
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Why can't I - why can't I break away |
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Maybe I'll make it some day |
