.A grinding halt on the North 405. Just trying to escape, thatâs when I hear you sigh: âI hate this fucking town. I hope I never come back.â You roll your window up. And itâs so plain to see, like weâre staring into the bright side of this moon. And weâre just running away in the dead of .
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