| I don’t feel bad
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| I don’t feel anything
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| Cut it round like stone
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| Come around for anything
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| When I call you out
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| You come like a subtlety
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| When it all went wrong
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| We could’ve made a memory, a memory
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| What you got, what you got, what you live for
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| Noise pollution
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| Doesn’t anyone leave in this town
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| To come back around
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| What you got, what you got, what you need now
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| Noise pollution
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| Doesn’t anyone dream in this town
|
| I don’t feel bad
|
| I don’t feel anything
|
| Come around like a storm
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| Come around for anything
|
| When I call you out
|
| You come like a subtlety
|
| When it all goes wrong
|
| We could’ve made a memory
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| All the nights you live the high
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| But never found a way inside
|
| Holding on to dreams for so long
|
| What you got, what you got, what you live for
|
| Noise pollution
|
| Doesn’t anyone leave in this town
|
| To come back around
|
| What you got, what you got, what you need now
|
| Noise pollution
|
| Doesn’t anyone dream in this town
|
| Noise pollution
|
| All the nights you live the high
|
| But never found a way inside
|
| Holding on when dreams are long gone
|
| What you got, what you got, what you live for
|
| Noise pollution
|
| Doesn’t anyone leave in this town
|
| To come back around
|
| What you got, what you got, what you need now
|
| Noise pollution
|
| Doesn’t anyone dream in this town
|
| Noise pollution |