| Turn the corner, too familiar
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| Turn around into your past
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| Ohh
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| You hide and seek the same addiction
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| Hope you find the better one of the last
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| Ohh
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| You’re sleepwalking through your big bed of lies
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| Wish on up your new star every night — Oh yeah
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| I see you’re at it again, sittin' on your hands
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| Waitin' around for the wind to change direction — Oh yeah
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| There you go again
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| Stuck in your head, havin' a ball in you’re fully optimistic way
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| So off with your masquerade
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| Mmmm
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| All the people look so happy, safe beneath their plastic skin — Ohh
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| Get a rise from another’s tragedy, but tip-toe so nobody can get in — Ohh
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| You’re sweet-talking through you’re big bed of lies
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| Wish on up your new star every night — oh yeah
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| I see you’re at it again, sittin' on your hands
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| Waitin' around for the wind to change direction — Ohh
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| There you go again
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| Stuck in your head, havin' a ball in you’re fully optimistic way
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| Oh, doubt in you, you suffocate in your feather sleep
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| You twist inside your hollow eyes when the mirror speaks
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| I see you’re at it again, sittin' on your hands
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| Waitin' around for the wind to change direction — Oh yeah yeah yeah
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| There you go again
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| Stuck in your head, havin' ball in you’re fully optimistic way — yeah
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| I see you’re at it again, sittin' on your hands
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| Waitin' around for the wind to change direction — Ohh
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| There you go again
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| Stuck in your head, havin' a ball in you’re fully optimistic way
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| So off with your masquerade |