| I made it here, I made it there
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| Is all it’s got to take
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| I made it here, I made it there
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| Is all it’s got to take
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| Another buss we’re gonna miss
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| It’s nothing left to state
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| Price is high, result it low
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| When you push it all aside
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| And a few returns, that is happening to me
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| The voice is always calling
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| The hunting in your ears
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| Everyday we’re mad
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| With all those wasted years
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| You don’t need to listen
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| And I am back at this
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| I wonder if I would make it
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| With all those wasted years
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| Darken chicks around the hour
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| There’s always someone when
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| When the night takes it back
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| All you do is sit and stare
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| The TV screen is young and spread
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| Does it takes your thoughts away?
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| And the late night host is looking older again
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| The voice is always calling
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| The hunting in your ears
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| Everyday we’re mad
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| With all those wasted years
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| You don’t need to listen
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| And I am back at this
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| I wonder if I would make it
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| With all those wasted years
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| (Bridge)
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| Wait for the signs and wait for the call
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| Wait for the moment before the fall
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| This world is spinning round and twisting your mind
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| Spinning round, spinning round and twisting your mind
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| Rise yourself, it’s so surreal
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| Could it all gone so wrong
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| Every morning raise your heads
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| And find now it’s a new day, diamond
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| The voice is always calling
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| The hunting in your ears
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| Everyday we’re mad
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| With all those wasted years
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| You don’t need to listen
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| And I am back at this
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| I wonder if I would make it
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| With all those wasted years
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| Are you waiting for a savior?
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| All those wasted years
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| All you waiting for a savior?
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| All those wasted years |