| Just another day on the circle line, losing myself as I follow signs
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| Beneath the surface underground I keep my feelings deep inside
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| Just another face in another crowd, taking my place wihtout a sound
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| I follow strangers blindly through towards the so familiar doors
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| Just another day
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| I always depart but I never arrive, never a moment passes by when I feel
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| I’m not treading water in a sea of drifting souls
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| No way out, there’s no escape, running blind and running scared
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| And the cctv cameras track my movements in the maze
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| 9 to 5's the only time I try to kid myself that I’m still alive
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| That I’m living out the dream to earn my freedom from this rat race
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| Where all I do’s survive, I live the lie, I serve my time
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| The circle line
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| Just another day, just another day, just another day
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| Just another day, just another day, just another day on the circle line
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| The circle line, on the circle line
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| Navigator, need a navigator, a navigator, need a navigator
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| The circle line |