| You feel your heartbeat
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| (Bust, bust, bust)
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| The colour of your cheeks
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| (Flushed, flushed, flushed)
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| Can’t set the TV
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| (Adjust, just adjust)
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| What’s your strategy?
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| (Rush, rush, rush)
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| Why’s it always feel like you’re running away?
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| Hiding behind that tense little face
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| I know where your head’s at
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| (Crushed, crushed, crushed)
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| Don’t you wanna kick back
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| (The dust, the dust, the dust)
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| Slow, breathe in, breathe out
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| But when you close your eyes, the nightmares are back
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| You’re pushing through the crowd like you’re under attack
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| Driving your mind but it’s fading to black
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| And then you’ve got trouble, you’ve got trouble
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| Gotta face your fears or they’ll scare you to death
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| Like ugly souvenirs you keep in your head
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| Driving your mind but it’s fading to black
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| And then you’ve got trouble, you’ve got trouble
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| Struggling to pay the bills
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| (Bust, bust, bust)
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| Juggling sleeping pills
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| (Much, too much, too much)
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| Pumping up the greed
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| (Costs, costs, costs)
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| In the dollar we
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| (Trust, trust, trust)
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| Why’s it always feel like you’re running away?
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| Fried worry lines on your face everyday
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| I know where your head’s at
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| (Crushed, crushed, crushed)
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| Don’t you wanna kick back
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| (The dust, the dust, the dust)
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| Slow, breathe in, breathe out
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| But when you close your eyes, the nightmares are back
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| You’re pushing through the crowd like you’re under attack
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| Driving your mind but it’s fading to black
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| And then you’ve got trouble, you’ve got trouble
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| Gotta face your fears or they’ll scare you to death
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| Like ugly souvenirs you keep in your head
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| Driving your mind but it’s fading to black
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| And then you’ve got trouble, you’ve got trouble
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| If you go through the day stressing away
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| You’re never gonna get out alive
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| Mainlining control, forgetting your soul
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| You’re never gonna get out alive
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| Is it so important, so important
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| Go back to «start», follow your heart
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| And never let them take you alive
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| But when you close your eyes, the nightmares are back
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| You’re pushing through the crowd like you’re under attack
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| Driving your mind but it’s fading to black
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| And then you’ve got trouble, you’ve got trouble
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| Gotta face your fears or they’ll scare you to death
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| Like ugly souvenirs you keep in your head
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| Driving your mind but it’s fading to black
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| And then you’ve got trouble, you’ve got trouble
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| But when you close your eyes, the nightmares are back
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| You’re pushing through the crowd like you’re under attack
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| Driving your mind but it’s fading to black
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| And then you’ve got trouble, you’ve got trouble |