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I've been living on a quarter of speed And I don't want to die, damn near drown in a pile of sick, No I don't want to die, smashed up face in a parking lot Fucked up head from too much pot Gotta run away Come down hard in the light of day, I know the reason why Self-centred fuck faced son of a bitch Not cool to live a lie, lets go out in the sity tonight, Making a scene then doing it twice, Gotta run away Time runs out at the best of times Can't go back to the end of the line Gotta run away From Letras Mania