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Where does the time go |
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Spinning my wheels |
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Standing still |
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It's like running on ice |
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I only gain a little distance when I fall |
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How did I become a molecule |
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In the concrete of this city |
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Indifferent to my endless motion |
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In a space too small to see |
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Nonetheless expected to be |
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I only get a little attention when I fall |
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And I'm falling |
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Falling down |
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Falling |
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Falling down |
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Cursed with reason |
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In a world so defiant |
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Without conclusion |
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This is the story |
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The story we live out |
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And it is the moral too |
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Look at me I'm falling for you |
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Shaking, crying |
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Hating lying to myself |
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I'm tired of telling myself it's OK |
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To be this tired |
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This sick and tired of the turns the world takes |
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And the people that it makes us be |
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And lately it appears to me that |
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And I'm falling |
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Falling down |
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Falling |
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Falling down |
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I'm falling down |
