I know I told you all this before
I'm gonna tell it to you once more
I'm packin' up, I'm leavin'
I'm leavin' this town today
At last I'm on my way
You wanna take and you wanna give
Well, in this town is no place to live
It kicks you down, eats you up, and it won't stop
Until you go
And for me it's time, so...
I know you don't believe me
I know you think I'm wrong
Just pack your things and
Come along 'cause
The feeling that I have
Is that we're running late
There are no places that I gotta go
There are no people that I gotta know
Just the world of so much more
Than I ever had before
Outside that door
It's up to you, but I don't want you to stay
And watch your chances fade away
And when you're old, you get cold
When you ask yourself how and why
You never dared to try, but...
I know you don't believe me
I know you think I'm wrong
Just pack your things and
Come along 'cause
The feeling that I have
Is that we're running late
So we've been running these streets together
We always said that it would be forever
But now we don't run, we thought we won, we just
Lost our feet
To these city streets, and...
I know you don't believe me
I know you think I'm wrong
Just pack your things and
Come along 'cause
You know what?
We're running late
We're running late
We're running late
We're running late
Writer(s): Martin Johansson, Staffan Palmberg, Peter Svedenhammar, Per Tornquist, Max Uvebrant, Mattias Ahlen, Morgan Libert
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