| This riff is temporary.
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| We’re going nowhere.
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| Conscience, what’s that?
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| Everybody freak out!
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| We’re going nowhere 1, 2, 3, 4.
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| And I’ve got the right idea this time.
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| But this repetition’s stuck in my mind.
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| You said, you said, let’s start again.
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| But I can’t stop writing the same song my friend.
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| You said, you said, let’s start again.
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| Lights out, let’s break this silence.
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| Don’t give up baby I’ll keep you on my list.
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| But what should I expect tomorrow?
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| You get the hope and I keep the sorrow.
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| We’re going nowhere.
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| You said, you said, let’s start again.
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| But I can’t stop writing the same song my friend.
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| You said, you said, let’s start again.
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| I said, I’m sick of singing these songs.
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| And you said, It sounds better than before.
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| But I can’t keep writing all these same lies, while my hands keep playing the
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| same chords. |