Time to make one last appeal

This town is colder now, I think it's sick of us
It's time to make our move,
I've got my heart set on anywhere but here
I'm staring down myself, counting up the years

They're trying to come back, all my senses push
Untie the weight bags, I never thought I could...
Steady feet, don't fail me now


Stop and stare
I think I'm moving but I go nowhere
Yeah I know that everyone gets scared
But I've become what I can't be.

Stop and stare
You start to wonder why you're here not there
And you'd give anything to get what's fair
But fair ain't what you really need



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