Can you hear me banging on the door?
Can you hear me giving you the score?
I been dying for the ocean air.
Keep me away from Manhattan nightmares.
Where I go no one knows what its like to be alone.
Tried to warn when you were in the snares
I tripped on branches and broke my ankles there
Kind of mad for letting you just hang
I kind of miss the somber songs you sang.
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Perfectly encapsulates the teenage experience. Finding this album while still young and in high school was the best decision I've made in quite awhile. charlesjr