Traverse this solitary wasteland
Florescent lights always at hand
It seems this only leads to sadness
Not the madness of a band
Florescent lights always at hand
It seems this only leads to sadness
Not the madness of a band
People call me crazy
I think they overstep their bounds
They say my future's hazy
From the edge I hear get down
Get down
Get down
Get down
Get down
My instincts have always been true
Follow my heart it lead to you
My methods may not be tradition
But they're also not sedition
People call me crazy
I think they overstep their bounds
They say my future's hazy
From the edge I hear get down
Get down
Get down
Get down
Get down
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