Looking back in my childhood Wasn't to bad but it wasn't that great I carried the luggage like a bag of bricks Feels like it's holding me down again Starring down a pitch black road Painted lines show me the direction Sun is burning on my face Sun is setting me on fire
Nobody told me where to go Nobody told me where to run
I can't find my way back home Lost my head down there some where Could we just be gone alone Lived in doubt of fear I've shown Gazing down a long gray road I see the stop sign way ahead The sun is burning on my face The sun is setting me on fire
Nobody told me where to go Nobody told me where to run Nobody told me where to go Nobody told me where to run Nobody told me, nobody told me
Same old shit different day Gotta get up, gotta get up [x5]
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