Demons

The All-American Rejects


Driving a car with both eyes closed
Got a broken heart and a busted nose
Need a good nights sleep, need a change of clothes
You think you know me? Nobody knows

I'm running from my demons
They keep on chasing, no one can see them
Is this the real life? Feels like a museum
That's where my head's at, there's no turning back

Am I even here is it still even me?
Am I some of the man that i still claim to be?
Its like losing a fight I'm alone in the ring
You come to fix me? Would you believe
Could you believe you need me?

I'm running from my demons
They keep on chasing, no one can see them
Is this the real life, or a mausoleum?
That's where my head's at, there's no turning back

I'm running from my demons
They keep on chasing, no one can see them
Is this the real life, or a mausoleum?
That's where my head's at, there's no turning back

That's where my head's at, there's no turning back
That's where my head's at, there's no turning back
That's where my head's at

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