The trees are whispering
The time is running out
These shades keep telling me
My head's still in the clouds
These dead balloons
They took my breathe away
My roof became the sky
And ocean waves unfold before my eye
I've got to get out of this place
People keep walking
Towards the horizon like pawns
Haunted by memories
Hoping to reach the dawn
I'm lost in the ocean
I'm lost in the flow
Whispering voices
Are calling for me from below
I've got to get out of this place
I've got to get out of this place
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