| Where is the passion the love and the action that lies
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| Beneath all the glamour, the chores and the daily things you try?
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| They won’t hear you, your face is clear
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| But your voice is not around
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| You give them reasons, they can’t retrieve
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| Are you prepared for another round?
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| Where is the passion the love and the action that lies
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| Beneath all the glamour, the chores and the daily things you try?
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| They won’t hear you, your face is clear
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| But your voice is not around
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| You give them reasons, they can’t retrieve
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| Are you prepared for the second round?
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| Drawn tighter around your neck
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| Drawn tighter around your head
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| But this is how it sounds
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| When we both hit the ground
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| Stalking commotion, the bays and the oceans' might
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| You wander for hours but still you’re lacking behind
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| They won’t hear you, your face is clear
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| But your voice is not around
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| You give them reasons, they can’t retrieve
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| Are you prepared for another round?
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| Drawn tighter around your neck
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| Drawn tighter around your head
|
| But this is how it sounds
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| When we both hit the ground |