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We hate your decorations to our old home, you deserve whatever you getFeeling like a scientist in a barroomDrinking up, losing yet another...bet againYou know you hurt your familyYou're feeling like a kid, in your room, away from peopleTo escape, onward now to the deep endI might need a map to figure out just where to run nowI could win, everything I really wanted Closer now, I really want to feel your heart raceFor the best, it's probably better if I drop outI heard it takes your talent to go for first placeFaster now, patience gets the best of meI want it all now, but only I don't know howI just need some help, from the ones who really love meI might need a map to figure out just where to run nowEveryone's a knowledgeable, published authorReal and soaked, in the finest ink and perfumesI might need a map to figure out just where to run nowI might need a map to figure out just where to run now From Letras Mania