Nothing left of the place you were born, its photo.
Less of you is an understatement, I know so.
In the rose is a rose if it wont grow.
Broken roads always leave you at home in a cold world.
Carry on in the company street now.
Hold me close in the dark, the places you wont go.
Do you think we can make it to midnight? I dont know.
No I can't walk straight on my own.
You can see what you please with your eyes when they wont close, they wont close.
Long gone are the voices, we live and die.
But your books have never been so narrow.
Still I open a page with the bullet and the arrow.
Steady hand for the curtain call.
Saying nothing just says it all.
Whats left of you when they didnt have the heart to say...
Why dont you get you away!
Anywhere but where we are right now...
Anywhere but where we are right now...
Anywhere but where we are right now...
Anywhere but where we are right now...
And we're fine with knowing, that you are gone.
And I'm fine with no one, no one at all.
Anywhere but where we are right now...
But your books have never been so narrow.
Still I open a page with the bullet and the arrow.
Steady hand towards the curtain call.
Saying nothing just says it all.
Your friends left you and they didnt have the heart to say...
Why dont you get you away!

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