Texty: 88 Fingers Louie. Out There.

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It's fucking weird out there tonight.
The streets are crowded with no personality.
To see a different side
you can run but you can never hide from fate.

Run out of time.
Run out of time.
The future's right before your eyes.
So look inside.
Run out of time.
Your will is your protection.

Somebody sleeps alone tonight.
Ignore an offer because no one's trustworthy.
You're riding high despite.
Lack of emotion sets the tone for apathy.

Run out of time.
Run out of time.
The future's right before your eyes.
So look inside.
Run out of time.
Think for yourself.

Jaded moments.
Idle hands.
Making plans that soon fall through.
Is this what indifference means to you? Hey you.

It's fucking weird out there tonight.
They try to kill you with their curiosity.
Is there a brighter side?
You'll never know unless you understand yourself