Try your best
every day just to hide it.
It's no use
even though you try deny it.
Is there somethin' you want?
You look at me as if I wasn't livin'.
What you want me give,
whatever it is I can't give it.
Are we movin' way too fast?
Or do we always turn up last?
Do we know which way to go?
No, I don't think so.
I'm out of breath.
All of my decisions, undecided.
I need a lift
to somewhere I don't have to hide it.
Where are my friends?
I thought that they were all invited.
Are we movin' way too fast?
Or do we always turn up last?
Do we know which way to go?
No, I don't think so.
Are we movin' way too fast?
Or can we go back to somethin' old?
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