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Round Here.
I step out the front door like a ghost into the fog
where no one notices the contrast of white on white
and inbetween the moon and you
the angels get a better view
of the crumbling difference between wrong and right
well I walk in the air, between the rain, through myself
and back again, to where? I don't know
maria says shes dying, through the door I hear her crying, why?
I don't know
round here
we always stand up straight
round here
something radiates
Maria came from nashville with a suitcase in her hand
she said she would like to meet a boy who looks like elvis
well she walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land
its like shes walking on a wire in a circus
she parks her car outside my house and takes her clothes off
says shes close to understanding jesus
and she knows more shes more then just a little misunderstood
she has trouble acting normal when shes nervous
round here
there carving out our names
round here
we all look the same
round here
we talk just like lions, but we sacrifice like lambs
round here
she's slipping through my hands
oh, sleeping children better run like the wind
out of the lightning dream,
mammas little baby better get herself in
out of the lightning..
She says "its only in my head" she says "I know its only in my head" but the girl on the car in the parking lot,
says man you should try to take a shot
cant you see my walls are crumbling
she looks up at the building
says shes thinking of jumping
says shes tired of life, she must be tired of something
ROUND HERE, shes always on my mind
ROUND HERE, hey man we got lots of time!
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