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I step into the grass Feel each soft, dew-slick blade
A glorious tempest is among us But no need for a fuss The fire and ice of rage Will take us from our cage  
Verse 1: Sometimes I wanna runaway, But I can't find the words to tell you I'm not gonna stay, So I'm just gonna say "You don't belong to me, your washed up, your so fake"
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