Baby, life is like a ride on the freeway
Dodging bullets while you're trying to find your way
Everyone's around, but no one does a [bad word] thing
It brings me down, but I won't let them

If I seem bleak
Well, you'd be correct
And if I don't speak
It's 'cause I get disconnected
But I won't be burned by the reflection
Of the fire in your eyes
As you're staring at the sun

(Hey!)
When I ran I didn't feel like [bad word]  (Hey!)
When I escaped I didn't feel like I got away. (Hey!)
There's more to living than only surviving
Maybe I'm not there, but I'm still trying

Though you hear me
I don't think that you relate
My will is something
That you can't confiscate
So forgive me, but I won't be [bad word] By [bad word] in your eyes
As you're starin' at the sun

(Hey!)
When I ran I didn't feel like [bad word]  (Hey!)
When I escaped I didn't feel like I got away. (Hey!)
There's more to living than only surviving
Maybe I'm not there, but I'm still trying

Though you hear me
I don't think that you relate
My will is something
That you can't confiscate
So forgive me, but I won't be [bad word] By [bad word] in your eyes
As you're starin' at the sun

Baby, life is like a ride on the freeway. (Hey!)
Dodging bullets while you're trying to find your way. (Hey!)
Everyone's around, but no one does a [bad word] thing
It brings me down, but I won't let them

If I seem bleak
Well you'd be correct
And if I don't speak
It's cause I get disconnected
But I won't be burned by the reflection
Of the fire in your eyes
As you're staring at the sun

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Возможно жизнь как езда по автостраде,
Уклоняешься от пуль, пытаясь найти свой путь.
Кругом народ, но никто нихера не делает,
От этого опускаются руки, но я не опущу.

Если я кажусь холодным,
Возможно вы правы.
Если я не говорю,
Значит, я с вами не разговариваю.
Но я не буду сожжен отражением
Огня в ваших глазах,
Потому, что вы уставились на солнце

Когда я бежал, я не чуствовал себя беглецом.
Когда я вышел, я не чувствовал, что я ушел.
Где-то можно жить, а не только выживать.
Возможно, я не там, но я пытаюсь.

Хотя вы слышите меня,
Я не думаю что вы понимаете.
Я желаю что-то,
Что вы не сможете отнять.
Так что простите, я не буду расстроен,
Видя крах в ваших глазах,
Потому, что вы уставились на солнце.

(х2)