Through the darkest hours You will find me here Tired of asking questions Im breaking free, getting out of here My concrete horizon I want to walk far beyond the line The seed is there, its been sown And Im high on a rising tide In every nightmare I see the same old place In every waking hour I plan my escape One life, get out of here My life, I cant stay here Its a fools game That I used to play This is over, leave me be Im breaking free, getting out of here City lights burning bright In a cold, cold distance The seed is there, its been sown And Im high on a rising tide
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