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| Early November, The - Session 07 |
Everybody looks at me Like they're so surprised that I can breathe. I need to get out of this town. I need to run for my own now. And all my lack of style, I blame on him. And all I want is this... I need to have my time. But I'm glued, I'm glued to the script. Everybody looks at me Then turns to their friend and says something. I hate this town and my new life. I'm tired of waiting all the time. And all my lack of skill, I blame on him. And all I ask is this... I need to feel alive... But you're glued, you're glued to the script. |
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