Sometimes it's hard to say
When you're just having a rough day
And everything seems so romantic
When there's time and space away
Is there a way out of this?
Is there a way out?
Inside my brain
You'll find a cluttered room
Just dying to be clean again
But it always speaks too soon
And I'm not dead yet, but this doesn't feel so great
And I'm not dead yet, but I'd like to take a break
Is there a way out of this?
Is there a way out?

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