(originally by Counting Crows)
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Step out the front door like a ghost
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into the fog where no one notices
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the contrast of white on white.
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And in between the moon and you
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the angels get a better view
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of the crumbling difference between wrong and right.
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I walk in the air between the rain
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through myself and back again
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Where? I don't know
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Maria says she's dying
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through the door I hear her crying
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Why? I don't know
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Round here we always stand up straight
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Round here something radiates
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Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand
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she said she'd like to meet a boy who looks like Elvis
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and she walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land
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just like she's walking on a wire in the circus
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she parks her car outside of my house
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and, you know
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says she's close to understanding Jesus
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she knows she's more than just a little misunderstood
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yes, she has trouble acting normal when she's nervous
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Round here we're carving out our names
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Round here we all look the same
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Round here we talk, talk just like lions
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Oh, but we sacrifice like lambs
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Round here she's slipping through my hands
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She says "It's only in my head"
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She says "I know it's only in my head"
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But the girl on the car in the parking lot
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says "Man you should try to take a shot
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can't you see my walls are crumbling?"
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Then she looks up at the building
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and she says "I'm thinking of jumping"
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She says "I'm sick and tired of life"
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Everybody's tired of something
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Round here she's always on my mind
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Round here we've got lots of time
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We never go to bed early
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and nobody makes us wait
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Round here we stay up very, very, very, very late
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I can't see nothing.. nothing round here
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would you catch if I'm falling
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would you kiss me 'cause i'm leaving
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would you hold me 'cause i'm lonely without you
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I said I'm under the gun around here
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I said I'm under the gun around here
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I said I'm lonely lonely lonely round here
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Round Here
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