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Get Me Out

As the tears roll down my face
The only thing I can think of is getting out of this place
Getting out and starting over
A new life without all the pain
One where hopes and dreams are the only things left to gain
I'm sick and tired of running from my problems at home
I'm tired of being all alone
Nothing left for me to do
And no one I trust to turn to





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