Album: Vidalia

This town is full of dreamers

Each with a different face


This place holds on to people

With the same mistakes



We all make the same

Just different ways

We all may

We may escape



This town

It lacks reason

People go wandering around this place

I can't tell the season

She leaves without a trace



We all make mistakes

In different ways

We all may

We may escape



Where do you go, where do you run?

Is this the tree and the secret spot?

When you see me across, you run

I'm found, I'm found



We're all made the same

In different ways

We all may

We may escape



Where do you go, where do you run?

Is this the tree and the secret spot?

Will you see me across, then run

'Cause I'm found, I'm found

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