| There’s something building up inside me
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| I know it’s going to break out soon
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| I thought that if I kept it quiet
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| It might just pass on through
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| I fear I’m drifting out of the circle
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| Let’s go and draw another one
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| My floors are scratched and so is my heart
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| And it’s hard to move on
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| To move on
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| The people in the streets are screamin'
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| Their whispers never got nothing done
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| Don’t waste your time thinking that all that you know
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| It’s the time to move along
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| And no one has to say their sorry
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| Or try to get it right this time
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| On looking back our backs will be worn
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| But our hearts will be fine
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| Don’t call me when the lights go out
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| Don’t call me when the lights go out
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| Don’t call me when the lights go out
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| Don’t call me when the lights go out
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| It’s too late, it’s too late
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| Don’t call me when the lights go out
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| Don’t call me when the lights go out
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| Don’t call me when the lights go out
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| It’s too late
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| Don’t call me when the lights go out
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| Don’t call me when the lights go out
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| Don’t call me when the lights go out
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| It’s too late, it’s too late
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| Don’t call me when the lights go out
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| Don’t call me when the lights go out
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| Don’t call me when the lights go out
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| It’s too late, it’s too late, it’s too late |