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Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog
And in between the moon and you, the angels get a better view
I walk in the air, between the rain,
Where? I don't know. Maria says she's dying,
Round here, we always stand up straight.
Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand,
She walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land,
She parks her car outside of my house and takes her clothes off.
And she knows she's more than just a little misunderstood,
Round here, we're carving out our names.
Round here we talk like lions, but we sacrifice like lambs.
Woah oh. Sleeping children better run like the wind, out of the lightning dream.
She says 'It's only in my head'.
But the girl in car in the parking lot
Then she looks up at the building, says she's thinking of jumping.
Round here, she's always on my mind.
Round here we're never sent to bed early, and nobody makes us wait.
I, I can't see nothin'. Nothin'. Round here. No.
You catch me if I'm falling?
I said 'I'm under the gun, around here'.
And I can't see nothin'.
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