This feels familiar,
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I've been here before.
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A different face walking
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through the same door.
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Thought it'd get easy
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but it just hurts
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more, everytime.
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The way I see it,
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nothing ever ends.
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Like a circle,
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something new begins.
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And now I turn my back
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into the wind and carry on.
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I know you're gone.
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I had to walk away.
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Now its broken,
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its the price I pay.
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But it was worth it,
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now i can say you're name,
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without falling apart (like the circles)
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We always end up at the start.
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I know its scary,
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what you can't define.
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But just a temporary
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place and time.
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were pushing forward
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and we can't rewind.
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But that's alright,
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It's how we survive.
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I had to walk away.
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Now its broken,
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its the price I pay.
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But it was worth it,
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now i can say you're name,
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without falling apart (like the circles)
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We always end up at the start.
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And I know, I know,
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feels like it's always changing.
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I know, I know, it's
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like just rearranging.
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Build it up,
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tear it down,
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all the walls and hurdles.
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We're running in circles!
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I had to walk away.
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Now its broken,
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its the price I pay.
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But it was worth it,
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now i can say you're name,
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without falling apart
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We always end up at the start.
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Circles
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| The Downtown Fiction |
