| Hope is just a joke, we grab and choke it in the palm of our hand
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| We fake it till we make it just to break it like it’s part of the plan
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| We’re running in circles
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| Yeah, we’re running in circles
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| It’s in under the skin we scratch and itch and tear each other apart
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| Then pull each other up, brush off the dust and stagger back to the start
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| Because we’re running in circles
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| Yeah, we’re running in circles
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| We could make our way through hell
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| But we keep tripping on ourselves
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| Yeah we’re running in circles
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| Yeah we’re running in circles
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| Yeah we’re running in circles
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| We could make our way through hell
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| But we keep tripping on ourselves
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| Yeah we’re running in circles
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| Yeah we’re running in circles
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| Yeah we’re running in circles
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| Yeah we’re running in circles
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| Yeah we’re running in circles
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| Yeah we’re running in circles
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| Yeah we’re running in circles
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| Yeah we’re running in circles
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| Yeah we’re running in circles
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| Yeah we’re running in circles
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| Yeah we’re running in circles
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| (Yeah we’re running in circles) |