merrily merrily merrily merrily life still seems to go on.
when you are already dead love becomes simple/
now that i can drive i feel trapped.
this infinite freedom is keeping me running in circles
these streets, no matter how many wrong turns i make, leave me where i began
i am no longer lost in my own city
i can not discover because rules can not be bent here.
lives are at stake and i feel as though i am in a rat race.
the walls are so tall that they seem like sky and mountains
the streets appear so long that you do not think you can see the end
doubtful.
yet you go down the same streets, you make the same turns, i am comfortable where i am known
i feel that i could not get lost even if i tried.
these streets are my prison and the pedals beneath my feet are my metal bars.
i want to roam slowly into the world
these streets are one huge race
this city is one huge cage.
i am not comfortable in my car.
this infinite freedom is keeping me running in circles
these streets, no matter how many wrong turns i make, leave me where i began
i am no longer lost in my own city
i can not discover because rules can not be bent here.
lives are at stake and i feel as though i am in a rat race.
the walls are so tall that they seem like sky and mountains
the streets appear so long that you do not think you can see the end
doubtful.
yet you go down the same streets, you make the same turns, i am comfortable where i am known
i feel that i could not get lost even if i tried.
these streets are my prison and the pedals beneath my feet are my metal bars.
i want to roam slowly into the world
these streets are one huge race
this city is one huge cage.
i am not comfortable in my car.
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