Jet

Listen to the stories
I get the feeling that you're getting bored
You're from the land of anger
With the feeling that you couldn't cut the cord
The glitter lights are gone
You figured they would've left you some
You tell me I'm alone
But I'm here to let you know I'm taking the next jet home

Yeah, yeah

We're so tired of being free
We imprison ourselves
In our wildest dreams
In the land of make believe

The glitter lights are flashing
Emanating bitter shades of chrome
You tell me I'm alone
But I'm here to let you know I'm taking the next jet home

We're so tired of being free
We imprison ourselves
In our wildest dreams
In the land of make believe



Credits
Writer(s): Clayton Edward Hinson
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