I'm living out in the old house
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And fighting on the stairs
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And staring at the windows
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Breeze blowing through the years
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But if I don't get out of this town
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Then something is gonna break
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'Cause I gotta find my own way now
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Through this thick malaise
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Well I don't know where else I can turn now
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Makes me often wonder when are we gonna learn
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You're wearing too much make-up
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Going to the dance
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And you're looking over my way now
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But some people out there take a chance
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But your glow in this light is so becoming now
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If I don't get out of this town
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Something's gonna break
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I'm waiting to find my high/house soon
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And rummage through the age
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Sometimes it feels like we don't stand a chance
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And we go, we go with something pure in our hearts
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Fighting On The Stairs
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| The Frames |
