| That’s the way it goes, there’s no air to breathe
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| I can’t see the sunlight
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| Take a video while you’re watching me
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| Is it noon or midnight?
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| Face down lying on an airbag
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| Every day or night, keep making the same mistake
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| Hear the symphony in my head
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| Like a reoccurring dream, I know it’s all fake
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| Just a broken record
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| Just a broken record
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| We can walk through walls, we can hear the dust
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| Settle into the ground
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| Where the silent crawl further under the bus
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| Back at the lost and found
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| Face down lying on an airbag
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| Every day or night, keep making the same mistake
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| Hear the symphony in my head
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| Like a reoccurring dream, I know it’s all fake
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| Just a broken record
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| Just a broken record
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| At the bottom of the sea
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| Baby there in a briefcase
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| Around my neck I’ve got the key
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| Where is my mind these days?
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| Face down lying on an airbag
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| Every day or night, keep making the same mistake
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| Hear the symphony in my head
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| Like a reoccurring dream, I know it’s all fake
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| Just a broken record
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| Just a broken record
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| Just a broken record
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| Just a broken record |