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I, awake to the gray skies

I, inhale the toxic air

I, can't stand another day here

Every second, a new hell

Oldsville

Oldsville

I, hear whispers of places

Myths and rumours, but some are true

Some are close, just beyond the horizon

I, could travel there

I, must escape this place

Before it drains me of my life

I must travel to the gardens of the sucrose trees

My only hope for internal peace

Oldsville

Oldsville

Under a blanket of darkness I take my leave

Moving silently, soon I will be free

Treacherous path awaits, but I stand for the task

I will move on to better places than

Oldsville

Oldsville

Oldsville

Oldsville