Come around and around just like we breakdown
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With a fist and a fall we meet with the floor
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On the ropes in the oak of making once more
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All in the name of what we're not sure
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[X2]
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Lay down in our beds, it's caught in our heads
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There's a room full of notes that build to a dread
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Is there room to ignore what we are here for
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Turn on the lights and open the door.
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Ring on your finger, a block on your heart
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Hold on my friend, the end is a start
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[X2]
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Come around and around just like we breakdown
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With a fist and a fall we meet with the floor
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On the ropes in the oak of making once more
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All in the name of what we're not sure
|
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Ring on your finger, a block on your heart
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Hold on my friend, the end is a start
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[X2]
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(Just Like We) Breakdown
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| Hot Chip |
