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The sponge sits dryed up on the sink
four days have passed since the house was clean
locked out of the gates of my own harsh world
driving down the lifeless streets
looking up for worthless dreams
getting my heart torn out by a so called girl...
friend
(chorus)Rocket Ship blasted off to outer space
the dreams that i chase are behind me now
but the things that i have done only just begun
and im still trying to figure out
The suicide is still with me
my mind is not clearing
from the measures i have to have
keeping away from the parade
staying inside our little game
if you keep telling me im going to get mad
