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Out at the train tracks
I dream of escape
But a song comes onto my iPod
And I realise it's getting late
And I can't take the staring and the sympathy
And I don't like the questions
"How do you feel?", "How's it going in school?"
And, "Do you wanna talk about it?"
Way out
Way out of here
Fade out
Fade out, vanish
And I'll try to forget you
And I know that I will
In a thousand years
Or maybe a week
I'll burn all your pictures
Cut out your face
And the shutters are down and the curtains are closed
And I've covered my tracks
Disposed of the car
And I'll try to forget even your name
And the way that you look when you're sleeping
And dreaming of this
Way out
Way out of here
Fade out
Fade out, vanish
Way out
Way out of here
Fade out
Fade out, vanish
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