Ourselves from 508 by The Grey Area

Where do I turn for inspiration?
To the ghosts in the halls of the subway stations
They're telling me I'm a nameless face in history
The song sounds good inside my head
Til the music stops and then you're dead
So sing it now cuz they'll be a day you don't know how
Now why cant we
Breathe and release
For ourselves
For ourselves

There's a little girl in a subway car
With her face up against a graffitied wall
She's dreaming, too, hoping the train goes somewhere new
Nobody tells us when to get off
The ride keeps going until it stops
It's through and through, three to ten to sixty-two
So why dont we
Pull the brake and release
From ourselves
From ourselves
From ourselves

Hundreds of girls walk through this city
Can't figure out how they got so pretty
But then one comes through, and the others meld into the blue
Hundreds of dreams pass through these walls
It's a wonder we can't count them all
But then one comes true, and it's supposed to count for me and you
So why that face
It's not you, it's the place
That makes ourselves
Ourselves
We’re not well

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