Strato Edge
War Child
Sitting Around
I'm sitting around
Watching TV
No one to talk to
No one to see
Leave me
In that dark room
Leave me with nothing
To believe
I feel so down
I don't know about the up
Sounds like glass
Hitting the ground
I never said
I knew too much
I think I may of
Lost my touch
Reality has been
Out of the picture
I was riding horses
With all the king's men
America
Where can we begin?
Lend...me a hand
We march to the beat
Of a different band
I'll skip the next plane
Out of this place
I'll stick around
I'll try to explain...
I'll try to explain...
I'll try to explain...
I'm sitting around
Watching TV
No one to talk to
No one to see
Leave me
In that dark room
Leave me with nothing
To believe
I feel so down
I don't know about the up
Sounds like glass
Hitting the ground
I never said
I knew too much
I think I may of
Lost my touch
Reality has been
Out of the picture
I was riding horses
With all the king's men
America
Where can we begin?
Lend...me a hand
We march to the beat
Of a different band
I'll skip the next plane
Out of this place
I'll stick around
I'll try to explain...
I'll try to explain...
I'll try to explain...
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