| First of all, I’m never giving up
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| I’m gaining perspective and counting on my luck
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| Don’t miss the point or let it pass you by
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| You’ll run around in circles asking yourself why
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| Stand at attention, it’s going down right here
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| (Wake up, wake up, can you hear me?)
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| Where’s all your passion? |
| Has it disappeared?
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| (Get up, get up, or I’m leaving)
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| I won’t waste anymore of this life
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| Losing direction, missing connections
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| One last time, I’m screaming out loud
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| What’s inside my head
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| I’m sick of you playing dead
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| Worst of all, I’m sick of growing up
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| I’ve lost all perspective, I’m running out of luck
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| Now here, here I go again
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| Scratching at the surface
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| Will this ever end? |
| Will you ever
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| Pay attention, I’m standing right the fuck here
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| (Wake up, wake up, can you hear me?)
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| Where’s all your passion? |
| Has it disappeared?
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| (Get up, get up, or I’m leaving)
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| I won’t waste anymore of this life
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| Losing direction, missing connections
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| One last time, I’m screaming out loud
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| What’s inside my head
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| I’m sick of you playing dead
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| It’s time for me to take some chances
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| All I need is this book of matches
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| To burn it all to a billion ashes
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| I’m seeing red
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| Stop playing dead
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| Stop playing dead
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| All I need is this book of matches
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| To burn it all to a billion ashes
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| Don’t waste anymore of your life
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| Losing direction, missing connections
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| For one last time, I’m screaming out loud
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| What’s inside my head
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| I won’t waste anymore of this life
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| Losing direction, missing connections
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| One last time, I’m screaming out loud
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| What’s inside my head
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| I’m sick of you playing dead |