Ain't what i've been doing
Short of might
and full of fright
I'll run away before the night
Looking for answers
And hoping for truth
I'll fly away before the night,
I can hide away and cry away
But I can't deal with what I say
Carry on to another day
So I say
This ain't what I been living these days.
Demanor
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