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You got a hold on me
Got your hand on my neck
Like you're upset
That I'm running away

And you got this hold on me
Pull the skin from my bones
As if you know
Just what I need

And you can feel the air is warm
My skin is flushed
I'm feeling rushed
Out of the door

I'll absorb the sun
Pretend I'm having fun
When all I want is shade beneath the trees
I'm AWOL with the day,
I'm free.

And you don't know what i need
So I'll run away like children play
They don't know any better than what they read
And what I read; are story books and dirty looks
I know exactly what they mean
To me

And I can feel the air is cold
My skin is chilled, my lungs are filled
Like onset of of pneumonia
I'll dance till I'm soaking wet
Then I'll lay down in a puddle
I'll show the world I welcome death
I'm free.