| dragged by the weight of the stone
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| staring at the fading lights
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| can you see the sign on the wall
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| kissing you goodbye?
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| attracted by the easy beat
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| craving for the big, big change
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| you’re so desperate, what’s the matter baby?
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| your style was perfect in the first place
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| when you’re crying out for help
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| I can feel you, but is this your little breakaway?
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| have you seen through their disguise
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| and you found out that there is no funny crowded place?
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| when you’re walking on the tides
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| have they told you that the deepest ocean lies beneath your mind?
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| dragged by the weight of the stone
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| gazing at the city lights
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| have you noticed the sign of the times
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| kissing you goodbye?
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| driven by a lousy beat
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| labyrinths inside your head
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| praying all the time, wishing for the bad trip
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| to come to an end
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| when you’re crying out for help
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| I can feel you, but is this your little breakaway?
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| have you seen through their disguise
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| and you found out that there is no funny crowded place?
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| when you’re walking on the tides
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| have they told you that the deepest ocean lies beneath your mind? |