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Your world is rusting, it's old it is decayedNothing helps delay it's crumblingPack up your things and hide it all awayTravel to move away from these thingsThat are following you around, weighing you down You built up a picture of how it should have beenTuning it in until you are sureOf all of the things you wish you wanted to needTravel to find a need for these thingsThat are following you around, dragging you down What's the point, what's the useWhen you leave, when you move You're feeling restless, it's hard to say whyNormal dulls you to try even lessAt all of the things everyone else doesGo to get the dust off the thingsThat are following you around, pulling you down What's the point, what's the useWhen you leave, when you move, move away From Letras Mania