Heartbeats, fooled menYou walk borrowed steps on your poor cold feetnDead meatnYou walk the walk, so talk the talknnBecause there's something you should knownAbout those places that you gonThere's something you should knownDon't choose the cowards way to get you through yournnMay day, go gotta get awaynYou've got fifteen people telling you to staynMay day, go gotta get awaynYou've got fifteen people telling you to...nnNo sleep, for weeksnIt's drained all the colour out of your cheeksnHow sweetnYou tell a lie, and then multiplynnBecause there's something you shouldnAbout those places that you gonThere's something you should knownDon't choose the cowards way to get you through yournnMay day, go gotta get awaynYou've got fifteen people telling you to staynMay day, go gotta get awaynYou've got fifteen people telling you to staynnScared as hell, boy, run keep runningnTaking a vow, son, you're so cunningnScared as hell, boy, run keep runningnnI've been picking holes in lies you toldnPicking holes in lies you toldnnMay day, go gotta get awaynYou've got fifteen people telling you to...nStay, staynnMay day, go gotta get awaynMay day, go gotta get awaynMay day, go gotta get away