| I knew I’d heard it before as I fell to the floor
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| And lost sight of the books on the shelf
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| There is no hard debate, there’s no time to wait
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| When you have no one to blame but yourself
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| You know it’s all arranged, the seasons will change
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| 'Cause the sun is in endless decay
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| There’s no one in control, the earth will revolve
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| A little slower with every day
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| We’re all stuck in the waltz
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| Forgive me, I failed to ignore your depressions once more
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| And I failed to ignore that you’re here
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| It’s just that when we hold hands
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| Any brief romance turns a little too fast into fear
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| And all the quiet words that we’ve ever heard
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| Are the sum of the noises around
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| Written with glitter glue on a high-heeled shoe
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| Is a note praying «let me be found»
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| Face it, you’re stuck in the waltz
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| Face it, you’re stuck in the waltz
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| Under the microscope, where we all find hope
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| You’ll see nothing but your last defeat
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| And as the silence grows, only silence knows
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| It gets greater for every beat
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| I hear the pulse of the drum like dead bones against stone
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| He’s been caught stealing it from a friend
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| Now every single tone is a haunting moan
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| Repeating the same tune again
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| Face it, you’re stuck in the waltz, stuck in the waltz
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| Face it, you’re stuck in the waltz
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| We’re all stuck |