LEISURE - Quiet Out Loud | Текст песни

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It 's like chasing your own breath
Never know i f it isn't too far yet
Like facing your own death
You can't see clear and palms are wet

You keep screaming „Let me out!“
But there's no noise, no sound
You're closing circles in your head
Learning you're a psychopath

You keep running to be free
Facing your worst enemy
Can't believe it can be true
Such a pity that its you.

When you think you face the aftermath
you realize there's nothing finished yet
Your mind is bounded, soul is bare
and now it all just starts again

You keep screaming „Let me out!“
But there's no noise, no sound
You're closing circles in your head
Learning you're a psychopath

You keep running to be free
Facing your worst enemy
Can't believe it can be true
Such a pity that its you.

Guitar solo

You keep running to be free
Facing your worst enemy
Can't believe it can be true
Such a pity that its you.

You keep running to be free
Facing your worst enemy
Can't believe it can be true
Such a pity that its you.

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