| On and on we go again
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| There seems no point of view
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| Over under upside down
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| I don’t know what to do
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| There used to be passion
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| Don’t know when it slipped away
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| I look around at everyone
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| It happens every day
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| I need to get off this spinnin' merry-go-round
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| I’m upside down
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| No sense in talkin' till the morning comes
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| I need to feel it once again
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| This fire is dyin'
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| I can’t feel it burnin' inside anymore
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| This fire is dyin'
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| I can’t feel the passion that we had before
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| Anymore
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| Contradiction, trepidation, different points of view
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| Sitting in a place I said I’d never go with you
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| Given half a chance I guess I’d throw it all away
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| My opinion doesn’t matter when there’s shades of gray
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| I need to know what you’re lookin' fore
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| No sense in talkin' till the morning comes
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| I need to feel it once again
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| This fire is dyin'
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| I can’t feel it burnin' inside anymore
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| This fire is dyin'
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| I can’t feel the passion that we had before
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| Anymore
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| I need the passion to live my life
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| Live my dreams the way I like
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| Give no reasons for what I have
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| I tried to love you
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| The best I can
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| This fire is dyin'
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| I can’t feel it burnin' inside anymore
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| This fire is dyin'
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| I can’t feel the passion that we had before
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| Anymore |