(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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Well 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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She walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land
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It's 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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Takes her clothes off
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Says she's close to understanding Jesus
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And she knows she's more than just a little misunderstood
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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 just like lions
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But we sacrifice like lambs
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Round here she's slipping through my hands
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Ohhh....
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Sleeping children better run like the wind
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out of the lightning dream
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Mama's little baby better get herself in
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out of the lightning
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She says "it's only in my head"
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She says "Shhh I know it's only in my head"
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She said "did you think that you were dreaming?"
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I said "no"
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"Did you think that you were dreaming"
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I said "no"
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"Did you think that you were dreaming"
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I said "sometimes I don't know"
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There's a girl on the car out in the parking lot
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And she says "come on, ya know come on just take a shot
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Can't you see me
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Can't you see me
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Can't you see my walls are tumbling down?
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Can't you see my walls are crumbling down?
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Can't you see my sun stop spinning around
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Can't you see the sky turn black and brown
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Can't you see the moon is flashing round
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Can't you see me
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Can't you see me
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Can't you see me
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No
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There's a girl on the car out in the parking lot
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"Can't you see my walls are crumbling down?"
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Then she looks up at the building
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Says she's thinking of jumping
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She says she's tired of life
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She must be tired of something
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Round here she's always on my mind
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Round here hey man got lots of time
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Round here we're never sent 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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So will you catch if I'm falling
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Will you catch me if I'm falling
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Will you catch me cause I'm falling down on you
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I said I'm under the gun round here
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Man I said I'm under the gun round here
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And I can't see nothing
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Nothing round here
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Round Here
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| Panic! At The Disco |
