She said it's cold

It feels like Independence Day

And I can't break away from this parade

But there's got to be an opening

Somewhere here in front of me

Through this maze of ugliness and greed

And I've seen the sun up ahead

At the county line bridge

Saying all there's good and nothingness is dead

We'll run until she's out of breath

She ran until there's nothing left

She hit the end

It's just her window ledge

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Well this place is old

It feels just like a beat up truck

I turn the engine, but the engine doesn't turn

It smells of cheap wine & cigarettes

This place is always such a mess

Sometimes I think I'd like to watch it burn

I'm so alone, and I feel just like somebody else

Man I ain't changed, but I know I ain't the same

Somewhere here in between the city walls of dying dreams

I think her death, it must be killing me