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Haunting, intelligent singer-songwriter.

I Want Out

I Want Out

What turns down the colour? What makes the panic attack? Who draws the daggers? When you turn your back

I feel like an actor
In some second-rate scripted part
I feel like a gambler
In a game rigged before the start
Well I will sit underneath my lemon tree
Whilst this big world spits me out
I do not know how I got here but I know that I want out

Who turned off the feelings? Who muted out the sound? Who told us not to question? Who let them grind us down?

Well I feel like a fly in a web Wrapped up ready to die
Yet I feel moments of optimism Without the benefit of reason why You can put on your bravest of faces But inside you scream and shout

I do not know how I got here but I know that I want out

Try and drown my sorrows but there’s only dust and drought I do not know how I got here but I know that I want out

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