She's leaving
She's moving faster than a comet can fly away, oh
And wondering, "Oh where in the hell am I going to land?"
The motion, the streets are crackling with a fire tonight
Slow motion, the neon screaming on an endless night
And maybe you, you're in the middle
And maybe you, you're in between
And maybe you, you feel the pressure
Swallowing you
You fake it, you want it quickly so the sun may rise again, oh
But it'll break you, a thousand pieces of a broken dream
The roaring, the ferris wheel is breathing life tonight
Forewarning, the carousel is spinning higher tonight
And maybe you, you're in the middle
And maybe you, you're in between
And maybe you, you feel the moment, the victim is you
I walked the streets with my eyes closed
Kneeling down to stroke the pavement
I don't know, is it real or is it just an illusion?
And maybe you, you're in the middle
And maybe you, you're in between
And maybe you, you feel the pressure swallowing you
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