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I keep going round and round on the same old circuit |
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A wire travels underground to a vacant lot |
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Where something I can't see interrupts the current |
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And shrinks the picture down to a tiny dot |
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And from behind the screen it can look so perfect |
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But it's not |
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So here I'm sitting in my car at the same old stop light |
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I keep waiting for a change but I don't know what |
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So red turns into green turning into yellow |
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But I'm just frozen here on the same old spot |
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And all I have to do is to press the pedal |
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But I'm not |
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People are tricky you can't afford to show |
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Anything risky anything they don't know |
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The moment you try - well kiss it goodbye |
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So baby kiss me like a drug, like a respirator |
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And let me fall into the dream of the astronaut |
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Where I get lost in space that goes on forever |
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And you make all the rest just an afterthought |
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And I believe it's you who could make it better |
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Though it's not |
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No it's not... |
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No it's not... |
