How I Became Invisible
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I guess I'm tired of this running, this running aroundback to where I've been coming from, feet on the ground.It's not like it's living, sticking to safety nets,still so unforgiving; maybe tomorrow I'll get...And I am so tiredI can barely hear you coming intonight.So we spin in our circles, and turn back againlooking for a purpose and a way to fit in.Must've lost all our memories and left them behindin the blink of a moment and a last sunrise.And I am so tiredI can barely hear you coming in.These lights are so bright,I can barely see you; are we all righttonight?And I am so tiredI can barely hear you coming in.These lights are so bright,I can barely see you; are we all right?And I am so tired...I guess I'm just tired of this running,this running around.
From Letras Mania