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Sometimes I feel like a criminal
Feel like a castaway
This world keeps changing and I canât keep the pace
Itâs like a race, I didnât know I was running
But there are some things like rudders in a storm,
someone to keep you warm,
a friend to raise a glass, to take off your mask,
and tell the truth and just be you
Oh yeah alright, trying to make sense of it all tonight
Oh no, here we go, it wonât be the last time
Shouting and struggling and feeling like youâre nothing
trying not to give in, not to take it on the chin,
trying to wear your thickest set of skin
Music, it makes you feel good, makes you feel understood,
like youâre not alone, youâre not a rolling stone,
not the only one on the road.
Oh yeah alright, trying to make sense of it all tonight
Oh no, here we go, it wonât be the last time
It all seemed pretty plausible, but it became impossible,
the promises you made, the ones you got betrayed,
and all the things that you still donât know at the end of the day