| I walk a fine line, tell me what’s right
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| Oh, wrong, what’s it for me?
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| Right now I think I’m lost somewhere in between
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| Cradled up lies rock us side to side
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| And shake the world beneath our feet
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| If it’s good for you, it’s good for me
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| I don’t wanna lose my Maeve
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| Before I even know your name
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| I don’t wanna sail to sea
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| Darlin', there’s no land left to claim
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| We’re runnin', we’re runnin' in circles
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| We’re running… out of time
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| Mistakes have been made, and the stakes have been raised
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| Some might say mutiny
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| Now a host of problems brings it all undone
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| And you’re not my God, you somehow forgot
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| One day we all bite the hand that feeds
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| You can turn your head as I turn and run
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| And I don’t wanna lose my Maeve
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| But I don’t even know my name
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| And I don’t wanna sail these lines
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| 'Cause it always is the same
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| We’re runnin', we’re runnin' in circles
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| We’re running… out of time
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| (We're runnin' out of time)
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| The narrative has changed
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| There’s no way I can stay
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| You’ve only got yourself to blame
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| We’re runnin', we’re runnin' in circles
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| We’re running… out of time
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| We’re runnin' out of time |