| Breathing in our tough skin, breathing out is such a waste
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| I hold it in, suffocating, my attempt at preservation
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| This city’s full of scattered life, we barely meet each other’s eyes
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| We’re romantic but all we hear is the noise, the noise, the noise
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| The noise, the noise, the noise
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| I’ve been gone for far too long the city kinda got me down
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| The busy buzz of station hum goes round and round and round
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| I see some color around the borders but how we ever gonna make it through
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| All the noise, the noise, the noise
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| The noise, the noise, the noise
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| Moments of peace are bitter-sweet cause you know you have to leave
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| Every dream has to end so that we can see the difference
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| Pulsing bass and swinging hips clutter up all our senses
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| We want quiet but all we hear is the noise, the noise, the noise
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| The noise, the noise, the noise
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| I’ve been gone for far too long the city kinda got me down
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| The busy buzz of station hum goes round and round and round
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| I see some color around the borders but how we ever gonna make it through
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| I see some color around the borders but how we ever gonna make it through
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| All the noise, the noise, the noise
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| The noise, the noise, the noise
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| The noise, the noise, the noise
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| The noise, the noise, the noise
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| The noise, the noise, the noise |