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Dust to dust, so we leave for good
When all has gone to blazes, I start to run
Until I find places where nobody’s gone
My, my simple sir, this ain't gonna work
Mind my wicked words and tipsy topsy slurs
I can't take this place, no, I can't take this place
I just wanna go where I can get some space
Take all of my dreams
Take off both your wings
And set them on fire
You set them on fire
Take all of my thing
All of my beliefs
And set them on fire
You set them on fire
It's not that I don't care
I do
But I don't see the use
You had my neck in a noose
And that's just not that cool
Well I let it all
I let it all happen
Well I let it all
I let it all happen
Who packed your bags?
I wish that I...Could drop these stupid ideas from my head...
I want to know where is it you go?
I want to see if the words you spoke could exist in me.
That loss is common would not make my own less bitter... rather more.
Never morning wore to evening, but some heart did break.