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The highway screams out to the crowd, Don't go, don't go, don't go There's something in the air no doubtDon't go, don't go, don't goDon't goI swear I'll try this time, I've fallen from my graceShould I keep moving, or just stand here in placeIf I gave my honest answer, what difference would it makeI'm not sure for sure, but it's a chance I'll have to takeYou follow that soundYou bridge, you break, and burn, you fallYou twist, and tweak, and turn, and stallScrambleIf bats are birds from hell, pastiche with plastic fangsRising from their hole, a cave inside a caveThey might be used to the heat, but not the light of dayShould they call hell their home, or maybe flyawayYou follow that soundYou bridge, you break, and burn, you fallYou twist, and tweak, and turn, and stallScrambleAnd honestly, I barely feel a changeThe clouds have gone from black, to a shade of blackish greyWell, Yeezy's right this time, its time to runawayI know I said don't go, but you probably shouldn't stay Aus Songtexte Mania