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Can I Get Away?
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OTHER The situation at hand has me completely composed
Where do I run to
All of my allies lined up in rows
Lost in this secrecy, steadily, yearning
Never quite learning but trying my best
And day to day things never really change
All of this has to be so out of range
And you've got me staring at a clock
that's blinking twelve.
Minutes, they pass but it never quite changes,
Deeper within, I'm sinking in
Mouth closed, jaw at a lock
Following your eyes again,
isn't that a shock.
This situation I've been given
Has made this a hell to live in
Must I lie deep in this spot
Can't I rest peacefully?
I don't believe you this time
But this clock blinking twelve
Tells me that some things never change.
