| Face it, there’s no one around
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| We can’t make a sound, let’s cancel
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| Sheep laugh at the wolves at the door
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| Roaming the floor in circles
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| I’m done playing a part
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| Faking a start, a miracle
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| We’re gone starting a fight
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| Call it a night and cancel
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| Lost plane confusing clouds with the foam
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| Ghost train finally taking me home
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| Fake it, we’re getting along
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| Running around in circles
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| Name it, you’re calling the shot
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| I’ll stick to my spot, all vertical
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| We’re told everything’s under control
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| But I’m cold, finally here on a roll
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| Face it, there’s no one around
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| We can’t make a sound, let’s cancel
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| No more slamming the door
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| Dying to score and night calls
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| We’re told everything’s under control
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| But I’m cold, finally here on a roll
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| Lost plane confusing clouds with the foam
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| Ghost train finally taking me home |