South Town
I can't close my eyes/ Without freaking out/ I can't breathe in/ Without wanting to drown/ I can't speak/ Without wanting to howl/
I am the part of the south town now
Slide down the glasses/ You really are getting out/ But not leaving/ That's the difference/ Of not feeling this happiness/ Leaving the place/ But not leaving the doubt
I can't close my eyes/ Without freaking out/ I can't breathe in/ Without wanting to drown/ I can't speak/ Without wanting to howl/
I am part of the south town now
The sound, the buzz/ I hate sitting by the tires/ All the other seats are full/ Yet, again/ Here I sit all alone/ Out the window there's nothing to see/ Just the b-line to weirdo city/
I can't close my eyes/ Without freaking out/ I can't breath in/ Without wanting to drown/ I can't speak without wanting to howl/
I am part of the south town now
Don't open the doors/ Don't open the doors
I am part of the south town now
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