I want to escape
This cold, dreary town
Where people get high
Off dragging you down.
We'll make a new world
Where we can stay for a while,
Where people understand
And everyone smiles.
I'm tired of this Concrete Avenue
Where the sky is grey and the people are blue.
We'll build cities on clouds out of morning dew,
With rainbows in our souls, we'll see it through,
Me and you.
May 24, 2011
May 24, 2011 at 1:01 PM UTC
I want to escape
This cold, dreary town
Where people get high
Off dragging you down.
We'll make a new world
Where we can stay for a while,
Where people understand
And everyone smiles.
I'm tired of this Concrete Avenue
Where the sky is grey and the people are blue.
We'll build cities on clouds out of morning dew,
With rainbows in our souls, we'll see it through,
Me and you.
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