"There must be some way out of here," said the
Well I'm sitting alonewith my guitar slidly out of tuneand
I heard she drove a silvery sportscaralong the empty streets
I don't care what shirt you wearAnd I don't want
As we walkin to the mall
people staring dropping jaws
cant belive
If I were God I would doall the things I'd
We are here for youjust to tell you the truthYeah,
Don't know what you're doing to me - but I
Picture me while I'm jumping out the windowPicture me while
What is that look up on your face,a simple mood,have
Moon in shadows, hiding faces in a blue-eyed dead-end-nightBroken dreams
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