sábado, 21 de febrero de 2009

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Out at the train tracks
I dream of escape
But a song comes onto my iPod
And I realize it's getting late

And I can't take the staring
And the sympathy
And I don't like the questions "How do you feel?"
"How's it going in school?"
and "Do you wanna talk about it?"

Way out

Way out of here

Fade out

Fade out, vanish


And I'm trying to forget you

And I know that I will

In a thousand years, or maybe a week

Burn all your pictures, and cut out your face


The shutters are down and the curtains are closed
And I've covered my tracks
Disposed of the car

Trying to forget even your name
and the way that you look

When you're sleeping

Dreaming of this


Way out
Way out of here
Fade out
Fade out, vanish

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