ピープル・ディサピアー・ヒア

Way down the dark alleyway In somewhere in the Garden State The girl from California waits She has my name but not my face And I, tried to let her be someone Hoping when the morning comes She's not another hit-and-run, but everybody knows The people disappear here, ah People disappear here, ah People disappear here, ah People disappear So let's say for goodness sake That she cleans it up and finds her way With a child an affect of fate And you pray, and you pray, and you pray Well now, maybe if you see someone Hoping when the evening comes You're not another hit-and-run, but everybody knows The people disappear here, ah People disappear here, ah People disappear here, ah People disappear I hurt myself to make sure I exist I pinch myself to make sure that I'm real I hurt myself to make sure I exist I need someone to tell me how to feel 'Cause people disappear here, ah People disappear here, ah People disappear here, ah People disappear here (People disappear here) (People disappear here) (People disappear here) (People disappear here)