| Stumble in, fight the spin*
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| If you don’t you’re falling on your face again
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| Tumble down, roll around
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| You know that everything is moving now
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| Lately I, can’t decide, run or hide
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| Oh and when I do, I’m sure I’ll end up moving too
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| Suit and tie, sell or buy, laugh or cry
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| What’s a guy to do, when nothing’s standing still for you
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| So many angles, so many lines
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| So many ways to see the sunrise
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| Everything moves, everything pulses
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| Everything lies in the eyes of you
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| Everything moves, everything pulses
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| Everything lies in the eyes of you
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| Everything lies in the eyes of you
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| In the eyes of you, in the eyes of you
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| Ramble on, chug along
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| And if the beat stops thumping man then something’s wrong
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| Ignore it son, it’s just a song
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| But I can see your white-knuckled hand from holding on
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| So lately I, wonder why, we rely, on the sure thing
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| It’s too damn comforting
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| To stay alive, overdrive, ‘til we find, something new
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| To keep the pulse alive in you
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| So many angles, so many lines
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| So many ways to see the sunrise
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| Everything moves, everything pulses
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| Everything lies in the eyes of you
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| Everything moves, everything pulses
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| Everything lies in the eyes of you
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| Everything lies in the eyes of you
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| In the eyes of you, in the eyes of you
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| Even though I don’t know quite what to do
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| The time will show what we know is hardly ever true
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| I’d rather have then never had the spinning room
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| The feeling that I moved
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| No more standing still at your will but you can try until you see the motion’s
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| moving you
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| Everything moves, everything pulses
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| Everything lies in the eyes of you
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| Everything moves, everything pulses
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| Everything lies in the eyes of you
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| Everything lies in the eyes of you
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| In the eyes of you, in the eyes of you |