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Cubscouts are screaming, needing icecreaming and all for the pleasures of June I'm in a parked car Flowers seem friendly and people in hall ways feel walls Now it's night time maybe we're crusing avoiding the anti-cruise Oh I don't really know where we are If things get real promise to take me somewhere else by the time fear takes me over we will still be rolling and feeling oblivion Once in a while the lie in a laughter can burn through a hole in my ears like a man with glasses catching a sunbeam and burning the skin of a kid Hypereal fragments disturbing the stagments of almighty fear Well I'll just go underwater If things get real promise to take me somewhere else by the time fear takes me overwe will still be rolling and feeling oblivion So don't leave me here on my own So don't leave me here on my own If things get real promise to take me somewhere else by the time fear takes me over we will still be rolling around and feeling oblivion From Letras Mania