It’s in your eyes, a color fade out
Looks like a new transition
Is starting up and shaking your ground
Turning your head to see a new day calling
Does it feel like a head to lean on?
A snapshot from where you were born
I’m looking for your hand in the rough
You’re caught in the wire
Well, I’ll lift you out....
We gotta get out
Go far away...
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