| Put on this little charade
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| I think I’m caught inside the deadlights
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| And nothing will change
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| 'Cause time keeps running away
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| And I don’t feel like I am alright
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| Nothing has changed
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| So help me to navigate
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| 'Cause it feels like I’m falling
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| Wake me when it’s all ok
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| 'Cause I’m tired of talking
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| Do you think that all this could change?
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| Do you think that time could be a saviour?
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| Nothing will change
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| So help me to navigate
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| 'Cause it feels like I’m falling
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| Wake me when it’s all ok
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| 'Cause I’m tired of talking
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| I don’t really know what you want me to talk about
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| Where it went wrong?
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| I don’t know
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| I know what you’re doing
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| You’re trying to put me to talk about something I don’t wanna talk about
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| We’re falling, we’re falling, we’re falling now
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| We’re falling, we’re falling, we’re falling now
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| We’re falling, we’re falling, we’re falling now
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| We’re falling, we’re falling, we’re falling now
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| (Time keeps on slipping away from me)
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| We’re falling, we’re falling, we’re falling now
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| (Time keeps on slipping away from me)
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| We’re falling, we’re falling, we’re falling now
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| (Time keeps on slipping away from me) |