Get Away

If god gave you dollars
 God gave you freckles on your face
 That makes a sign of apathy
 So which way the sun sets
 Cause I might require helping hands
 I recall our lungs are neccessary
 Sick and sunk our poaching song career
 Is this a chance to get away
 Lead the launch for opportunity
 Either way we're waiting, waiting
 So pull your finger out boy
 And look out for anywhere but here
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 Four empty pockets
 Three forces breathing down my neck
 Two months to re-evaluate
 Shake, shake the twenties
 Run, run, run, run away from mankind
 City lights are high on misary
 
 Hell spews out some scumbag's littering
 This used to be a good place
 Pretty face and everythign was great
 Swelling education
 
 I may be overacting
 In my head I swear this town is dead