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Son I don't want run in place, I don't want to run out
Who the hell runs this place, still trying to figure out
Why I have to fight so hard just to put up a fight
I hear myself loud and clear, maybe just too loud
Everyone sounds sincere, but shut up before you fall apart
Right here and now
Son in my hands, neon eyes take the lead
And darling I know I've made mistakes
But won't you follow me into the deep
When you hold my hand, hold on for dear life
Cuz when you look at me that way, you force a riot
And walls are caving in, you fuel the fire
I don't want to say a word
