 | And I've been housing all this doubt, And insecurity, And I've been locked inside that house, All the while you hold the key. And I've been dying to get out. That might be the death of me. And even though there's no way of knowing Where to go, I promise I'm going because...
Oh, gotta get outta here. I'm stuck inside this rut that I fell into by mistake. Oh, gotta get outta here, And I'm begging you, I'm begging you, I'm begging you to be my escape. |
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