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    Step out the front door like a ghost
    Into the fog where no one notices
    The contrast of white on white
    And in between the Moon and you
    The angels get a better view
    Of the crumbling difference between wrong and right

    I walk in the air, between the rain
    Through myself and, back again, where?
    I don't know
    But Maria says she's dying, through the door I hear her crying
    Why? I don't know

    Round here
    We always stand up straight
    Round here
    Something radiates

    Well, Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand
    She said she'd like to meet a boy who looks like Elvis
    She walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land
    It's like she's walking on a wire in the circus

    She parks her car outside of my house and takes her clothes off
    Says she's close to understanding Jesus
    And she knows she's more than just a little misunderstood
    She has trouble acting normal when she's nervous

    Round here
    We're carving out our names
    Round here
    We all look the same

    Round here we talk just like lions
    But we sacrifice like lambs
    Round here
    She's slipping through my hands

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    Oh, sleeping children, better run like the wind
    Out of the lightning dream
    Mama's little baby better get herself in
    Out of the lightning

    She says it's only in my head
    She says: Shhh, I know it's only in my head
    She said: Did you think that you were dreaming?
    I said: No

    Did you think that you were dreaming?
    I said: No
    Did you think that you were dreaming?
    I said: Sometimes I don't know

    There's a girl on the car out in the parking lot
    And she says: Come on, ya know, come on, just take a shot
    And she says: Can't you see me? Can't you see me?
    Can't you see my walls are tumbling down?

    Can't you see my walls are crumbling down?
    Can't you see my Sun stop spinning around?
    Can't you see the sky turn black and brown?
    Can't you see the Moon is flashing round?

    Can't you see me?
    Can't you see me?
    Can't you see me?
    No!

    There's a girl on the car out in the parking lot
    Says: Man, why don't you take a shot?
    Can't you see my walls are crumbling?
    And then she looks up at the building
    She says she's thinking of jumping
    She says she's tired of life
    She must be tired of something

    Round here
    She's always on my mind
    Round here, hey, man, got lots of time

    Round here we're never sent to bed early
    And nobody makes us wait
    Round here we stay up very, very, very, very late

    I can't see nothing, nothing round here
    So will you catch if I'm falling?
    Will you catch me if I'm falling?
    Will you catch me? 'Cause I'm falling down on you

    I said I'm under the gun round here
    Man, I said I'm under the gun round here
    But I can't see nothing, nothing
    Round here

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    Composición: Charlie Gillingham, Adam Duritz, David Bryson, Steve Bowman, Chris Roldan, Dan Jewett, Matthew Malley y Dave Janusko

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