Look at this, itīs me, walking away.
Look at you drowning, on display.
Every time Iīve dropped by, Iīve tried to say
The water is rising.
You donīt want to stay.
Itīs that sinking feeling. you know what itīs bringing on.
You might as well say it,
I see it, I feel it.
This town is going wrong.
Itīs turning away.
You wanted me to be someone that I could never be
My new friends are offering things Iīve never dreamed
Itīs beautiful
Iīd like for them to take me on ...
The track mall gang went off
On the Tennessee goth. a lunar moth,
You chrysalis and flail.
The water is rising. you try to rappel.
A rousing cheer for the boy in the well.
Itīs that sinking feeling. you know what itīs bringing on.
You might as well say it,
I see it, I feel it.
This town is going wrong.
Itīs turning away.
You wanted me to be someone that I could never be
My new friends are offering things Iīve never dreamed
Itīs beautiful
Iīd like for them to take me on ...
Here is where I look back.
Here is where you fell.
This is where I got up,
Shaking off my tail
This is where your rope trick
Started to look stale.
A greyhound pass for the boy in the well.
Itīs that sinking feeling
You know what itīs bringing on
I might as well say it.
I see it, I feel it
This town is going wrong.
Itīs turning away.
You wanted me to be someone that I could never be
My new friends are offering things Iīve never dreamed
Itīs beautiful
Iīd like for them to take me on
You wanted me to be someone that I could never be
My new friends are offering things Iīve never dreamed
Itīs beautiful
Iīd like for them to take me on
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