you wouldn't know if I tried, but I know I can make it
Bullets over cropmton, make me nostalgic
sound of sirens crashing always put me to sleep
Once im gone, im not coming back
Sleep with that, im leaving my shoes
Barefoot on the concrete in July
Left so quick I forgot my mind
Either way im on my way out of this town tonight
Is your bed made? I bet it is
running wild like those valley kids
What you always feared, or just cared
How it was reflected on you
I dreamed of castles and estates all my life
you wouldn't know if I tried, but I know I can make it
Bullets over cropmton, make me nostalgic
sound of sirens crashing always put me to sleep
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