försvinn Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog where no one notices the contrast of white on white. And in between the moon and you the angels get a better view of the crumbling difference between wrong and right. I walk in the air between the rain, through myself and back again. Where? I don't know. Maria says she's dying, through the door I hear her crying. Why? I don't know. Says she's close to understanding Jesus, she knows she's just a little misunderstood, she has trouble acting normal when she's nervous. She says "It's only in my head". She says "Shhh... I know it's only in my head". But the girl in car in the parking lot says "Man you should try to take a shot, can't you see my walls are crumbling?" Then she looks up at the building and says she's thinking of jumping. She says she's tired of life, SHE MUST BE TIRED OF SOMETHING. Round here she's always on my mind. Round here hey man got lots of time. Round here we're never sent to bed early. And nobody makes us wait. Round here we stay up very, very, very, very late. I can't see nothing, nothing round here. Won't you catch me if I'm falling? Won't you catch me if I'm falling? Won't you catch me 'cause I'm falling down on you. See I'm under the gun round here. Oh man, I said I'm under the gun round here. And I can't see nothing, nothing round here.

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