| Come around and around just like we breakdown
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| With a fist and a fall we meet with the floor
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| On the ropes in the hope of making once more
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| All in the name of what we’re not sure
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| Come around and around just like we breakdown
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| With a fist and a fall we meet with the floor
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| On the ropes in the hope of making once more
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| All in the name of what we’re not sure
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| Lay down in our beds, it’s caught in our heads
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| There’s a room full of notes that build to a dread
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| Is there room to ignore what we are here for
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| Turn on the lights and open the door
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| Ring on your finger, a block on your heart
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| Hold on my friend, an end is the start
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| Ring on your finger, a block on your heart
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| Hold on my friend, an end is the start
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| Come around and around just like we breakdown
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| With a fist and a fall we meet with the floor
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| On the ropes in the hope of making once more
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| All in the name of what we’re not sure
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| Ring on your finger, a block on your heart
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| Hold on my friend, an end is the start
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| Ring on your finger, a block on your heart
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| Hold on my friend, an end is the start |