| Sometimes i think this cycle never ends
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| We slide from top to bottom and we turn and climb again
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| And it seems by the time that i have figured what it’s worth
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| The squeaking of our skin against the steel has gotten worse.
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| But if i move my place in line i’ll lose.
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| And i have waited, the anticipation’s got me glued.
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| I am waiting for something to go wrong.
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| I am waiting for familiar resolve.
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| Sometimes it seems that i don’t have the skills to recollect
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| The twists and turns of plots that turned us from lovers to friends
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| I’m thinking i should take that volume back up off the shelf
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| And crack it’s weary spine and read to help remind myself
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| But if i move my place in line i’ll lose.
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| And I have waited, the anticipation’s got me glued.
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| I am waiting for something to wrong
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| I am waiting for familiar resolve
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| I am waiting for another repeat
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| Another diet fed by crippling defeat
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| And i am waiting for that sense of relief
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| I am waiting for you to flee the scene
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| As if you held in your hand the smoking gun
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| And on the floor lay the one you said you loved.
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| And it’s strange
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| They are basically the same
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| So i don’t ask names anymore.
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| Sometimes i think this cycle never ends
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| We slide from top to bottom and we turn and climb again
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| And it seems by the time that i have figured what it’s worth
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| The squeaking of our skin against the steel has gotten worse.
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| The squeaking of our skin against the steel has gotten worse |