safe when i'm inside
but as soon as i step outside the city eats me alive pretty palm trees from afar i picture me playing my guitar but it's been weeks been months been years all i need is fresh air natural light how did that become so f*ing hard to find stuck on the inside stuck on the inside trying not to cry they don't understand why i'm stuck on the inside riding in your car down broken boulevard you have my head my heart my scars three hours on the train's getting harder in this rain i don't wanna feel insane but i do all i need is fresh air natural light how did that become so f*ing hard to find stuck on the inside stuck on the inside trying not to cry they don't understand why i'm stuck on the inside of my of my mind can i get to you wanna be with you wanna be with you wanna be cannot get to you wanna be with you wanna be with you wanna be can i get to you wanna be with you wanna be with you wanna be whoa stuck on the inside, whoa stuck on the inside, whoa trying not to cry they don't understand why can't i get to you wanna be with you but i'm stuck on the inside, whoa
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