When you're going round in circles
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And your head is for the rage
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When you're fighting for a reason
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Trying to turn another page
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There's no hope in what you're doing
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Try to reach another high
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When your friends have gone and left you
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Left you out to dry
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In the memories they haunt you;
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In the dark and in the light
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From the jungle of the daytime
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Till the jungle of the night
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In the passion you're the moonlight
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To the dawning of daylight
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Oh, we see they try and loot you
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It's a beard shoot fight.
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Sometimes you cry
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Sometimes you think it's not world wide
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You're losing your sleep
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You're losing your mind
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In the days that went before you,
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You could open any door
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But the time run out of papers
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And you don't work anymore
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Get a hold of all your dreaming
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Take them all down from the shelf
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Turn your face toward the mirror
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Then you'll see your real self
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Sometimes you cry
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Sometimes you think it's not world wide
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You're losing your sleep
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You're losing your mind
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It's the real time in the real world
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Take your feelings with some fright
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Have spirit have some passion ghost
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When spirit's gone you die
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When this passion faces has gone from you
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You'll end up wondering why
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such a foolish thing could happen
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Take your wings and start fly
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Sometimes you cry
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Sometimes you think it's not world wide
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You're losing your sleep
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You're losing your mind
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Sometimes you cry
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Sometimes you think it's not world wide
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You're losing your sleep
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You're losing your mind
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Sometimes You Cry
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Smokie |