| When the dirt creeps out
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| It’s just like a thick grey cloud
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| Hovering over you now
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| There is no room for doubt
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| When you feel your chest
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| Tightened from all the stress
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| A cycle of endless mess
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| You know there is no room for doubt
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| I’m spinning round while standing still
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| Traffic in my head, I’ve gotta take the wheel
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| I know, I know, I know
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| I’m spinning around while standing still
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| Traffic in my head, I’ve gotta take the wheel
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| I know, I know, I know
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| I know, I know, I know
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| When the flame is torn
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| The passion becomes lukewarm
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| You’re craving to be reborn
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| There is no room for doubt
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| When you feel your chest
|
| Tightened from all the stress
|
| A cycle of endless mess
|
| You know there is no room for doubt
|
| I’m spinning round while standing still
|
| Traffic in my head, I’ve gotta take the wheel
|
| I know, I know, I know
|
| I’m spinning around while standing still
|
| Traffic in my head, I’ve gotta take the wheel
|
| I know, I know, I know
|
| I know, I know, I know
|
| I know, I know, I know
|
| I know, I know, I know
|
| I’m spinning round while standing still
|
| Traffic in my head, I’ve gotta take the wheel
|
| I know, I know, I know
|
| I’m spinning around while standing still
|
| Traffic in my head, I’ve gotta take the wheel
|
| I know, I know, I know
|
| I know, I know, I know
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| I know, I know, I know
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| I know, I know, I know |