Looking back in my childhood
wasnt to bad but it wasnt that great
I carried the luggage like a bag of bricks
feels like its holding me down again
starring down a pitch black road
painted lines show me the direction
sun is burning on my face
sun is setting me on fire
Nobody told me where to go
Nobody told me where to run
I cant find my way back home
lost my head down there some where
could we just be gone alone
lived in doubt of fear ive shown
gazing down a long gray road
I see the stop sign way ahead
the sun is burning on my face
the sun is setting me on fire
Nobody told me where to go
Nobody told me where to run
Nobody told me where to go
Nobody told me where to run
Nobody told me, Nobody told me
Same old shit different day
gotta get up, gotta get up
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