“Round Here” by Counting Crows

Maria says she’s dying
through the door I hear her crying
Why? I don’t know

Round here we always stand up straight
Round here something radiates

she parks her car outside of my house
and takes her clothes off
says she’s close to understanding Jesus

Round here we talk just like lions
But we sacrifice like lambs
Round here she’s slipping through my hands

She says, “It’s only in my head.”
She says, “Shh I know it’s only in my head.”

Round here she’s always on my mind
Round here hey man got lots of time
Round here we’re never sent to bed early
And nobody makes us wait

I can’t see nothin’, nothin’, round here.
You catch me if I’m falling.
You catch me if I’m falling.

You catch me cause I’m falling down on you
I said, “I’m under the gun…”
Round here.
Oh, man, I said, “I’m under the gun…”
Round here.
And I can’t see nothin’, nothin’.
Round here.

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