Sick of trying to find a way inside, Sick and tired of all the after
Sick of trying to find a way to slide, Even though it always ends in laughter
It's never hard to tell when things are done
She looked into my eyes and a voice said runShe says that I'm a mess but it's alright
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where are you?
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