Above the city, above my grave,
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from a rooftop looking down.
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I've been asleep for four years
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but I'm waking up.
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And if you'd found me dead on your floor
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with a stomach full of pills
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it wouldn't have made a difference anyway,
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cause I'm on the edge.
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And if you told me it would stay this way
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I'd take two steps to send me
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anywhere but this place. A fall to the earth.
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Two steps could send me anywhere but this place,
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and fuck what you think you know about me.
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And I feel like running. Like running away.
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Does everybody here have a bone to pick with me?
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I feel like running. Like running away.
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Does everybody here have a bone to pick with me?
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And if you told me it would stay this way
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I'd take two steps to send me
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anywhere but this place. A fall to the earth.
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Two steps could send me anywhere but this place,
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and fuck what you think you know about me.
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Goodbye To Boston
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| Smoke Or Fire |
