i think i'll get outta here
where i can run
just as fast as i can
to the middle of nowhere
to the middle of my frustrated fears
and i swear you're just like a pill
instead of makin' me better
you keep makin' me ill
to the middle of nowhere
to the middle of my frustrated fears
and i swear you're just like a pill
instead of makin' me better
you keep makin' me ill
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