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Lyrics: Hotspur. Beta. Get Me Outta Here.


You're at the bottom of the ocean
You're a rainy day in Queens
You're the basement of a penthouse
Looking up at all your dreams
You're an elevator going down
And coming up with ease
We won't stop till all the power
on the block is out and

Everybody's screaming
Get me outta here
I can't breathe, I can't see
Please don't leave me, say you need me
Cuz I need you and me, baby please
Get me outta here

You hear the sirens in the distance
You can almost see the light
There's a dark side to this prison
It's the sharp side to the knife
There's a message to this rythm
Like a stranger in your dreams
It's intoxicating innocence
In a sense has everybody screaming

Most of the time
There's a reason or rhyme
That you can't get around
When you run and hide
Most of the time
There's a reason
You can't stay
No, you can't take no more
Hotspur