| Breathing from a hole in my lung
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| I had no one
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| But faces in front of me
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| Racing through the void in my head
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| To find traces
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| Of a good luck academy
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| Ooh, Ooh, Ooh
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| Sparks ignite and trade them for thought
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| About no one
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| And nothing in particular
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| Washed the sickened socket and drove
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| Resent nothing
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| There’s good will inside of me
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| Ooh, Ooh, Ooh
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| Wake me up lower the fever
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| Walking in a straight line
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| Set me on fire in the evening
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| Everything will be fine
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| Waking up strong in the morning
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| Walking in a straight line
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| Lately I’m a desperate believer
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| But walking in a straight line
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| Something I will never forget
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| I felt desperate
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| And stuck to the marrow
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| Invisible to everyone else
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| I’m a sex change
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| And a damsel with no heroine
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| Ooh, Ooh, Ooh
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| Wake me up lower the fever
|
| Walking in a straight line
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| Set me on fire in the evening
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| Everything will be fine
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| Waking up strong in the morning
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| Walking in a straight line
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| Lately I’m a desperate believer
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| But walking in a straight line
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| I don’t need no time to say
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| There’s no changing yesterday
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| If we keep talking and
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| I keep walking in straight lines
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| Wake me up lower the fever
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| Walking in a straight line
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| Set me on fire in the evening
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| Everything will be fine
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| Waking up strong in the morning
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| Walking in a straight line
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| Lately I’m a desperate believer
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| But walking in a straight line |