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en wrong and right. i walk in the air, between the rain, through myself and back again where? i don't know maria says she's dying, through the door i hear her crying why? i don't know round here we always stand up straight round here something radiates maria came from nashville with a suitcase in her hand she said she'd like to meet a boy who looks like elvis. she walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land just like she's walking on a wire in the circus. she parks her car outside of my house and takes her clothes off, says she's close to understanding Jesus. she knows she's more than just a little misunderstood, she has trouble acting normal when she's nervous. round here we're carving out our names round here we all look the same round here we talk just like lions, but we sacrifice like lambs round here she's slipping through my hands she says "it's only in my head." she says "sshhh...i know it's only in my head." but the girl on the car in the parking lot says: "man, you should try to take a shot. can't you see my walls are crumblin?" then she looks up at the building and says she's thinkin of jumping. she says she's sick and tired of life, everybody's tired of something. round here she's always on my mind round here i got lots of time round here we're never sent to bed early and nobody makes us wait round here we stay up very, very, very, very late. i can't see nothing, no nothing around here won't you catch me cause i'm falling won't you kiss me cause i'm leaving won't you hold me cause i'm lonely without you see i'm under the gun round here i said i'm lonely lonely lonely without you and i can't see nothing, nothing round here