The mind is grey,... like the city
Packing in and overgrown
Love is deep,... dig it out
Standing in a hole alone
Working for something,.. that one can never hold
A place in the clouds.
Good place to hide oh my oh
I'm flying away, away
I'm driving away, away
The TV, she talks to me
Breaking news and building walls
Selling me, what I dont need
Didn't know soap made you taller
So I'm riding away, away
Hiding away, away
So much talk it makes no sense at all
So I'm flying away, away
Driving away, away
my senses have gone
AWOL, AWOL, AWOL, AWOL, AWOL
Passing old friends I don't miss at all
It doesn't hurt,.. when I bleed
BUt memories they eat me
I've seen it all before,..
Bring it on cause I'm no victim
Dying
Dying
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