Living in these pleather flats
growing, aging, learning crap
where were you those nights alone
crying, screaming out for home
no one comes, because your gone
far away in dead man's pond
My strength begins to grow,
'cause it's you I need most
My heart begins to pound,
'cause there's nothing like a race
I'm living in a dead land
Living in a wasteland
A spooky whisp of soul comes streaking through my eye...
screaming grasp my hand
screaming grasp my hand
I'm falling, oh I'm falling
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