Out at the train tracks I dream of escape
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But a song comes onto my iPod
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And I realize it's getting late
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I can't take the staring and the sympathy
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And I don't like the questions,
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"How do you feel?"
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"How's it going in school?"
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"Do you wanna talk about it?"
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Way out,
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way out of here
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Fade out,
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Fade out, vanish
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I'll try to forget you
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And I know that I will
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In a thousand years
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Or maybe a week
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I'll burn all your pictures
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Cut out your face
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And the shutters are down and the curtains are closed
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And I've covered my tracks
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Disposed of the car
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And I'll try to forget even your name
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And the way that you look when you're sleeping,
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And dreaming of this
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Way out,
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way out of here
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Fade out,
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Fade out, vanish
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Way Out Of Here
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Porcupine Tree |