| From a distance I hear poetic lies
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| sad excuses to feed pathetic lives
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| Impossible to win the fight, make it right
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| I’m holding on to a loosing streak
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| I cant believe i’ts gone this far, seeing stars
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| They’ve got me cornered, closing in
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| I can’t feel a thing
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| Loosing swing by swing
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| They built this road now round and round we go
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| We gotta go, so take my hand we’re loosing control
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| I’m tired of trying to chase the afterglow
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| We gotta go, come on before they swallow us whole
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| Another headline, poison to my mind
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| Close the window, don’t let them inside
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| Impossible to win the fight, make it right
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| I’m holding on to a loosing streak
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| I cant believe i’ts gone this far, seeing stars
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| They’ve got me cornered, closing in
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| I can’t feel a thing
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| Loosing swing by swing
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| They built this road now round and round we go
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| We gotta go, so take my hand we’re loosing control
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| I’m tired of trying to chase the afterglow
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| We gotta go, come on before they swallow us whole
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| We gotta go…
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| We gotta go…
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| We gotta go so take my hand…
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| Come on before they swallow us whole
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| I can’t feel a thing
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| Loosing swing by swing
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| They built this road now round and round we go
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| We gotta go, so take my hand we’re loosing control
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| I’m tired of trying to chase the afterglow
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| We gotta go, come on before they swallow us whole
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| Come on before they swallow us whole
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| Come on before they swallow us whole |