Looking back in my childhood
wasn't to bad but it wasn't that great
feels like it's holding me down again
I carried the luggage like a bag of bricks
starring down a pitch black road
sun is setting me on fire
painted lines show me the direction
sun is burning on my face nobody told me where to go I can't find my way back home
lost my head down there some where
nobody told me where to run
could we just be gone alone
gazing down a long gray road
lived in doubt of fear I've shown
the sun is burning on my face
I see the stop sign way up ahead
sun is setting me on fire
nobody told me where to run
no body told me where to go
nobody told me nobody told me
nobody told me where to go same old shit different day
gotta get up, gotta get up
(5x).
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