[Originally by Counting Crows] Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog where no one notices the contrast of white on white. And in between the moon and you the angels get a better view of the crumbling difference between wrong and right. I walk in the air between the rain through myself and back again Where? I don't know Maria says she's dying through the door I hear her crying Why? I don't know Round here we always stand up straight Round here something radiates Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand she said she'd like to meet a boy who looks like Elvis and she walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land just like she's walking on a wire in the circus she parks her car outside of my house and, you know says she's close to understanding Jesus she knows she's more than just a little misunderstood yes, she has trouble acting normal when she's nervous Round here we're carving out our names Round here we all look the same Round here we talk, talk just like lions Oh, but we sacrifice like lambs Round here she's slipping through my hands She says "It's only in my head" She says "I know it's only in my head" But the girl on the car in the parking lot says "Man you should try to take a shot can't you see my walls are crumbling?" Then she looks up at the building and sge says "I'm thinking of jumping" She says "I'm sick and tired of life" Everybody's tired of something Round here she's always on my mind Round here we've got lots of time We never go to bed early and nobody makes us wait Round here we stay up very, very, very, very late I can't see nothing.. nothing round here would you catch if I'm falling would you kiss me 'cause i'm leaving would you hold me 'cause i'm lonely without you I said I'm under the gun around here I said I'm under the gun around here I said I'm lonely lonely lonely round here
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