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some people are scared of peopleand some folks don’t like to jamOk, no, I don’t need people like thatsome people save their moneyall keepin it on the shelfGood for them, though I’m running low myselfI try to bide my timeride the corporate linestheir still looking for a live oneand you seethat love is a luxurybut that’s not the case with mecuz it’s the one thing i believe inbut we get so good at leavingyeah, we get so good at leavingsome of the time I know what I’m doingthe rest of the time I’m flying blinddreaming of lighteningand stuck up in the wiresnow something’s changed and not for the betterjoinin the ranks of folks in their primea million people shaking our fists andLetras de cancionesconstantly asking “why, why, why, why?”I try to bide my timeride the corporate linestheir still looking for a live oneand you seethat love is a luxurybut that’s not the case with mecuz it’s the one thing i believe inbut we get so good at leavingyeah, we get so good at leavingand I sayhow are we supposed to find a waywith the thought of leavinghow are we supposed to find a wayand to believe ithow are we supposed to find a wayto find a common place From Letras Mania