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A black sheep looking for a getaway I got two plane tickets, baby name your place Neighbors talk, plotting out his escape I ran downstairs and unlocked that gate Well sometimes you do what you feel Well most times I feel like shit So slow down, feels like we're rushing away Tried my hold on to this impossible game And I know I'm wrong, what else can I say? I got a glimpse of this feeling, I'm trying to stay in that lane Woke up living in yesterday Walked to the store, there's a game to play That scratch off ticket never did bring luck I'm out back wishing I still gave a fuck Well sometimes you get what you give But most people just take it So slow down, feels like we're rushing away Tried my hold on to this impossible game And I know I'm wrong, what else can I say? I got a glimpse of this feeling, I'm trying to stay in that lane SongtexteIt's just these little things I wish they didn't mean so much It's such a silly thing But it makes you think you're out of touch So slow down, feels like we're rushing away Tried my hold on to this impossible game And I know I'm wrong, what else can I say? I got a glimpse of this feeling, I'm trying to stay in that lane I got a glimpse of this feeling, I'm trying to stay in that lane Aus Songtexte Mania