Everyone says that they're gonna leave this place
as soon as they can
but in a town where everyone knows your name
you'll be stuck without your moment of fame
Empty promises
to ourselves
Hollow hopes
for a change
You're just another person
In this washed up city of ours
We all have dreams
But will we ever get far?
I hate to waste time
Fishing around in the dark
But what're the odds
We'll ever make a change?
To leave here is to leave behind memories
Despite the pain
Its all that we know of this lifetime
And everyone tries
Empty promises
to ourselves
Hollow hopes
for a change
You're just another person
In this washed up city of ours
We all have dreams
But will we ever get far?
I hate to waste time
Fishing around in the dark
But what're the odds
We'll ever make a change?
We all want to be somebody
and make a change
We all want somebody
to remember our name
But in the process
of chasing fame
We lose our roots
along the way
You're just another person
In this washed up city of ours
We all have dreams
But will we ever get far?
I hate to waste time
Fishing around in the dark
But what're the odds
We'll ever make a change?
Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 3:54 PM UTC
Everyone says that they're gonna leave this place
as soon as they can
but in a town where everyone knows your name
you'll be stuck without your moment of fame
Empty promises
to ourselves
Hollow hopes
for a change
You're just another person
In this washed up city of ours
We all have dreams
But will we ever get far?
I hate to waste time
Fishing around in the dark
But what're the odds
We'll ever make a change?
To leave here is to leave behind memories
Despite the pain
Its all that we know of this lifetime
And everyone tries
Empty promises
to ourselves
Hollow hopes
for a change
You're just another person
In this washed up city of ours
We all have dreams
But will we ever get far?
I hate to waste time
Fishing around in the dark
But what're the odds
We'll ever make a change?
We all want to be somebody
and make a change
We all want somebody
to remember our name
But in the process
of chasing fame
We lose our roots
along the way
You're just another person
In this washed up city of ours
We all have dreams
But will we ever get far?
I hate to waste time
Fishing around in the dark
But what're the odds
We'll ever make a change?
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