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I look around for everyone who can hear me, I make a sound. I look around an' what do I see? Nothing, nothing but the ground so, I get away. I get away from everything is not concernin' with myself, my life is made of thousand pieces and it's so hard to set'em up ...I get away. I can hardly hear your voices, I gotta get closer to you if I try to look thru' your bodies I (just) can't see beyond seven years I've been searchin for something that could have made me strong, now I feel tired but I'm still searchin for what is left of my own. I look around, I'm on my own, a part of me is almost gone and I walk, I walk, I look around, a cloudy sky is on my head so, I get away. I get away from all of you, don't wanna see, don't wanna know. My life is made of thousand pieces and it's so hard to set'em up ...I get away. From Letras Mania