Searching for an open window or an exit door
This boulder on my shoulder it gets heavier and colder
Til the day that die somehow I'll be slowly rolling
over
To all my friends -- I apologize
To all the girls of the world whose tears I made them
cry
I know it's been a while and you have traveled many
miles
To get
To get Away is not my style.
I wrote this song to make you smilePicking up the pieces of my life from the floor
Searching for an open window or an exit door
This boulder on my shoulder it gets heavier and colder
Til the day that die somehow I'll be slowly rolling
over
To all my friends -- I apologize
To all the girls of the world whose tears I made them
cry
I know it's been a while and you have traveled many
miles
To get Away is not my style. I wrote this song to make you smile
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