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She's trapped inside her room
With reruns on the screen.
Old books and movies,
But she can't stop thinking.
I'm torn between myself,
My radio, my friends.
I want to write this one off over and over and over again.
And then she looked at me to scream,
"My castles are falling."
But I can't look into the street,
Without everything changing.
I want to read good news, good news.
I want to be innocent again.
I want to read good news, good news.
But nothing good is happening.
She waits all day,
She stands a stranger in her skin.
She moves the science with her hands.
She lines her walls,
With every paper she can see.
These words consume her,
But they never set her free.
And then she looked at me to scream,
"My castles are falling."
But I can't look into the street,
Without everything changing.
I want to read good news, good news.
I want to be innocent again.
I want to read good news, good news.
But nothing good is happening.
I want to read good news, good news.
I want to be a little kid again.
I want to read good news, good news.
But nothing good is happening.
I want to read good news, good news.
I want to go to sleep at night again.
I want to read good news, good news.
But nothing good is happening.