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Way out A few miles past the mall You had kids that aren't so small I remember our old life I remember it's fading cries I was a loser and a child Felt you'd pulled me from the Nile Lying stubborn on the rocks Birds of prey tearing my socks But way out Cracking in the heat I've no will, I have no beliefs A blurring figure on the plain A pale passenger in the rain The river flooded with old leaves My wagon lost now in short trees I turn back to steal the road For my memories bеfore it goes But way out From Letras Mania