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I need a friend
Someone that i can hold on too
These 5 by 3s are that's left of you
These are the rules to making enemies in this place
There'll be sticks and stones and bruises
Start the chase
Not running not looking back
I'll hold my fears
And i'm never turning back
I'll tear these wall down using my bare hands
I'll break the mold
And ill leave behind
A set of footsteps you'll never find
Your way to where i'm at
And if you find me don't tell them where i'm at
Next time you hear this song
They'll all be laughing at us
For not resisting to the odds
And not for giving up
This town this home this street
Will all be remembered one day
Were packing up our dreams
And were making a name
Not running not looking back
I'll hold my fears
And i'm never turning back
I'll tear these wall down using my bare hands
I'll break the mold
And ill leave behind
A set of footsteps you'll never find
Your way to where i'm at
And if you find me don't tell them where i'm at
