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E
This town is colder now, I think it's sick of us
Emaj9
It's time to make our move, I'm shakin off the rust
E
I've got my heart set on anywhere but here
Emaj9
I'm staring down myself, counting up the years
C#m
Steady hands, just take the wheel...
A
And every glance is killing me
C#m A
Time to make one last appeal... for the life I lead
E
Stop and stare
Emaj9
I think I'm moving but I go nowhere
C#m
Yeah I know that everyone gets scared
A
But I've become what I can't be, oh
E
Stop and stare
Emaj9
You start to wonder why you're 'here' not there
C#m
And you'd give anything to get what's fair
A
But fair ain't what you really need
E