The way that things are going now I won't find a place to keep our clothes As softly as a kettle drum Thunder in the night is but a groan
'Til we leave home And they won't see us go
And frightened is no way to fall At least become a renegade and brawl Well I am young and taking arms against a sea of troubles of my own
When we leave home They won't see us go Am I calm enough? Big enough? Brave enough? Bad enough? To straighten out, sober up Settle down and make enough To make it last and be the one to be around at home enough? Is it strange to think so much? I do because I give a fuck And I mean nothing to it
We'll leave home They won't see us go And we'll leave alone They won't dream any more
And I can't fake the fight It is dark and violent And you can't fake the fight It is stark and silent Forget me not while I I am still and quiet
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