What do you do and what's your name?
I knew I'm gonna let go
In Baton Rouge and picture frames history unfolds
With all the summers we swear we're gonna move
and get away from here
Run out of fuel and stay
It's too hard to go
Places we belong to don't belong to you
What do you think of all the things?
All the things you don't know?
Count the months and the weeks
til the moment when I say it's time to go
With all the summers we swear we're gonna move
and get away from here
Run out of fuel and stay
It's too hard to go
Victory or death
Places we belong to don't belong to you
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