| It’s what you’ve learned to speak
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| It circulates (circulates)
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| It’s in your bloodstream
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| Cross-fade (cross-fade)
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| The truth is killing you
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| Your drive has lost its lustre
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| You’re running low on fumes
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| I started stashing my phone in the freezer at night
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| To fight temptation, over and over and oh!
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| It kills me when you say you’re frightened of
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| ‘Bout getting older or even becoming a
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| Specter of what you used to dream
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| ‘Bout who you thought you once would be
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| There’s nothing I can do to help
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| You’re just an extra disappearing now
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| Are you having a late twenties breakdown
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| And has all your wild ins caught up and worn you out?
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| Are you tracing your own reflections
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| In bathroom mirrors and dialling my number?
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| You’re driving Santa Monica
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| All the tears are spilling out of ya
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| There’s nothing I can do to help
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| You’re driving Santa Monica
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| The waves won’t cool you down
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| You’re driving Santa Monica
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| All the tears are spilling out of ya
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| There’s nothing I can do to help
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| You’re driving Santa Monica
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| All the tears are spilling out of ya
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| There’s nothing I can do to help
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| You’re just an extra disappearing now
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| White noise (white noise)
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| The waves won’t cool you down
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| You’re driving Santa Monica
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| Disappearing now (now)
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| You’re driving Santa Monica
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| The waves won’t cool you down
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| White noise
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| White noise
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| White noise |