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YOU SHOULD HAVE GONE, the way the runners do They wonder how they got up there The way they move THE WAY THEY MOVE UP THERE Through the sun they shine along All those bright days, they clear up on me Take this life in this broken place There's a rumor about me and I'm not getting down This anxiety will tell us all Why I'm left around the corner in this cold empty space IT BRINGS ME DOWN, THE WAY THEY TALK ABOUT ME IT SCARES MY EYES WHEN I SEE THEM LOOKING AT YOU TAKE THIS ENDING IN THIS DEAD-END STREET A thousand ways to speak upon my name But not one of them tries to impress me Great stories go along with great heroes I'm trying to, I'm trying for you Take this life in this broken place There's a rumor about me and I'm not getting down This anxiety will tell us all Why I'm left around the corner in this cold empty space From Letras Mania