| Are we crazy?
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| Living our lives through a lens
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| Trapped in our white picket fence
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| Like ornaments
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| So comfortable, we're living in a
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| Bubble, bubble
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| So comfortable, we cannot see the
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| Trouble, trouble
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| Aren't you lonely?
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| Up there in utopia
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| Where nothing will ever be enough
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| Happily numb
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| So comfortable, we're living in a
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| Bubble, bubble
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| So comfortable, we cannot see the
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| Trouble, trouble
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| So put your rose-colored glasses on
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| And party on
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| Turn it up, it's your favorite song
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| Dance, dance, dance
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| to the distortion
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| Turn it up, keep it on repeat
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| Stumbling around like a wasted zombie
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| Yeah
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| We think we're free
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| Drink
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| This one's on me
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| We're all chained to the rhythm
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| To the rhythm
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| To the rhythm
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| Turn it up, it's your favorite song
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| Dance, dance, dance
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| to the distortion
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| Turn it up, keep it on repeat
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| Stumbling around like a wasted zombie
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| Yeah
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| We think we're free
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| Drink
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| This one's on me
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| We're all chained to the rhythm
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| To the rhythm
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| To the rhythm
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| Are we tone deaf?
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| Keep sweeping it under the mat
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| Thought we could do better than that
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| I hope we can
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| So comfortable, we're living in a
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| Bubble, bubble
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| So comfortable, we cannot see the
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| Trouble, trouble
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| So put your rose-colored glasses on
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| And party on
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| Turn it up, it's your favorite song
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| Dance, dance, dance
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| to the distortion
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| Turn it up, keep it on repeat
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| Stumbling around like a wasted zombie
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| Yeah
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| We think we're free
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| Drink
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| This one's on me
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| We're all chained to the rhythm
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| To the rhythm
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| To the rhythm
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| Turn it up, it's your favorite song
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| Dance, dance, dance
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| to the distortion
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| Turn it up, keep it on repeat
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| Stumbling around like a wasted zombie
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| Yeah
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| We think we're free
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| Drink
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| This one's on me
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| We're all chained to the rhythm
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| To the rhythm
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| To the rhythm
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| It is my desire
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| Break down the walls to connect, inspire
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| Up in your high place, liars
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| Time is ticking for the empire
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| The truth they feed is feeble
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| As so many times before
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| They greed over the people
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| They stumbling they fumbling
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| And we about to riot
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| They woke up, they woke up the lions
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| Turn it up, it's your favorite song
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| Dance, dance, dance
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| to the distortion
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| Turn it up, keep it on repeat
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| Stumbling around like a wasted zombie
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| Yeah
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| We think we're free
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| Drink
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| This one's on me
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| We're all chained to the rhythm
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| To the rhythm
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| To the rhythm
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| It goes on and on and on
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| It goes on and on and on
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| It goes on and on and on
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| 'Cuz we're all chained to the rhythm |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Chained to the Rhythm , by - Boyce Avenue. Song from the album Cover Sessions, Vol. 4, in the genre Иностранный рок