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Love the song, not as high on Lupe as much anymore. And I LOVE the line…
“…I just wanna touch your face…”

Chorus (MDMA):
There’s only two ways out of here
You’re way too late, you’ll be trapped here forever
There’s only two ways out of here
One’s through the door, the other is through me

Sometimes livin’ in a word like this
It’s pretty hard not to go insane
Not pretty if you don’t comply
Pretty easy if you don’t complain

Stand there like you don’t feel pain
No tears in the face of defeat
Pretend to the end that you don’t feel change
Don’t admit that your faith is weak

Don’t say that you feel like dyin’
Life’s hard and it feels like diamonds
Go home, s–t’s far too gone
Much too late to even feel like tryin’

Can’t understand what I’m sayin’
Can’t figure out what I’m implyin’
If you feel you don’t wanna be alive
You feel just how I am

I’m on the dark side
And you can’t come find ’em
How, when it’s light all around you
Yeah, well, it’s dark on inside ’em

No winners when it’s me against me
One of us just ain’t gon’ survive
My heart been broke for a while
Yours been the one keepin’ me alive

There’s only two ways out of here
You’re way too late, you’ll be trapped here forever
There’s only two ways out of here
One’s through the door, the other is through me

This world is such a f–ked up place
My mind, such a f–ked up shape
Everything down here sucks
Maybe what’s up there is great

We all gotta go one day
I just wanna cut to the chase
I wanna stop these nightmares
I just wanna touch your face

All you see is all my feats
All I see is all my flaws
All I can hear is all my demons
Even through your applause

All you see is all my flights
Well, all I see is all my falls
All you see is all my rights
All I see is all my wrongs

Go on, keep tellin’ me to fight
Gun on the table tellin’ me to come on
Tellin’ me to put ’em inside my head
Damn, put it up right next to my dome

Don’t keep tellin’ me to find a reason
Anything to keep me from squeezin’
Simplest things, yeah, you really like summer
You really like music, you really like readin’

Love, I can’t win if it’s me against me
One of us just ain’t gon’ survive
And my heart been broke for a while
Yours been the one keepin’ me alive
Yours been the one keepin’ me alive
Yours been the one keepin’ me alive

There’s only two ways out of here
You’re way too late, you’ll be trapped here forever
There’s only two ways out of here
One’s through the door, the other is through me

The other is through me
The other is through me
The other is through me
The other is through me

The manuscript Blue Lines is the fictional coming of age narrative of a young California woman Key Yemaya Walker, and her 2 year growing journey through school, love, and life period piece, written by Kenneth Suffern, Jr., taking place at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill between the years of 1997 – 1998. Loosely based on true events, and experiences during that time, told through the eyes and voice of the main female protagonist, a freshman first attending the school.