Why are we always stuck and running from The bullets? The bullets We gotta get away from here Just stop your crying We never learn, we been here before It's a sign of the times We got to get away We got to, we got to (away)

So why then, are you crying? Who denied them And no amount of tears Could roll back all the years Bring back all your dreams from yesterday Once your dreams Come knocking at your door It's time to realize