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I feel it burn in me, Rising to my head, I think of your hating face, And the all the things that you said.
Trapped in this bad memory, Winding down endless roads, You're surrounding me, You won't let me be.
But it doesn't matter now, Coz I'm going away, So I won't have to deal with this pain, So I can live in another place.