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Graffiti decorations 
Underneath a sky of dust 
A constant wave of tension 
On top of broken trust 
The lessons that you taught me 
I learned were never true 
Now I find myself in question 
[They point the finger at me again] 
Guilty by association 
[You point the finger at me again] 

Paper bags and angry voices 
Under a sky of dust 
Another wave of tension 
Has more than filled me up 
All my talk of taking action 
These words were never true 

I wanna run away 
Never say good-bye 
I wanna know the truth 
Instead of wondering why 
I wanna know the answers 
No more lies 
I wanna shut the door 
And open up my mind 

Gonna run away