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Out at the train tracks
I dream of escape
But a song comes onto my iPod
And I realize it's getting late

I can't take the staring
And the sympathy
And I don't like the questions:
"How do you feel? How's it going in school? Do you wanna talk about it..."


I'll try to forget you
And I know that I will
In a thousand years
Or maybe a week

I'll burn all your pictures
Cut out your face
And the shutters are down
And the curtains are closed


And I'll try to forget
Even your name
And the way that you look
When you're sleeping, and dreaming of this..

Way out, way out of here
Fade out, fade out, vanish..