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 Step out the front door like a ghost 
Into the fog where no one notices 
The contrast of white on white. 
And in between the moon and you 
The angels get a better view 
Of the crumbling difference between wrong and right. 
I walk in the air between the rain 
Through myself and back again 
Where? I don't know 
Maria says she's dying 
Through the door I hear her crying 
Why? I don't know 
[Chorus] 
Round here we always stand up straight 
Round here something radiates 
Maria came from nashville with a suitcase in her hand 
She said she'd like to meet a boy who looks like elvis 
She walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land 
Just like she's walking on a wire in the circus 
She parks her car outside of my house 
Takes her clothes off 
Says she's close to understanding jesus 
She knows she's just a little misunderstood 
She has trouble acting normal when she's nervous 
[Chorus] 
Round here we're carving out our names 
Round here we all look the same 
Round here we talk just like lions 
But we sacrifice like lambs 
Round here she's slipping through my hands 
Sleeping children better run like the wind 
Out of the lightning dream 
Mama's little baby better get herself in 
Out of the lightning 
She says it's only in my head 
She says shhh I know it's only in my head 
But the girl in car in the parking lot 
Says 'man you should try to take a shot 
Can't you see my walls are crumbling?' 
Then she looks up at the building 
And says she's thinking of jumping 
She says she's tired of life 
She must be tired of something 
[Chorus] 
Round here she's always on my mind 
Round here hey man got lots of time 
Round here we're never sent to bed early 
And nobody makes us wait 
Round here we stay up very, very, very, very late 
I can't see nothin', nothin', round here. 
No, you catch me when I'm fallin'. 
You catch me if I'm fallin'. 
You catch me if I'm falling down on you. 
Oh man I said ' I'm under the gun...' 
Round here. 
Oh man I said 'I'm under the gun...' 
Round here. 
And I can't see nothin', nothin'. 
Round here.  
            
 
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