Fading light
It's coming on
Don't know what we're doing but we can't let go
If it feels like
Can't be wrong
Spending all the time (?) hearing in your song
We've been fooling up in graceful waist
Trying to find our way with lungs (?)
And this pleasure only burns our time
Moments forever (?) in secret shrine
Round and round and round and round and round we go
Round and round and round and round and round we go
(We're always pretending)
We fight our fame
It's come to be
The ending (?) closing in (?) disciplines
The long wait, awesome (?)
(?) breathe, question all, I need to be
We will never be the same again
Why would we want to return as them?
We will never be the same again
So why would we want to return as them?
Round and round and round and round and round we go (is there an ending?)
Round and round and round and round and round we go (we're always pretending)
Round and round and round and round and round we go (is there an ending?)
Round and round and round and round and round we go (we're always pretending)
As soon as your eyes open, you wonder where they gone
And you see your mirror broken, your reflection weighs a ton
And you remember acting, but the glory or the (?)
And the thought it made you thirsty, see grab your cup and run
So now the morning after, waving at the waiter, staring at the paper, never get it past (?)
Inject the true reflections, and the girl that promise peace
And she thought she wasn't worthy, of the never ending fees
See you got into worldless persons, where reality's virtual
Holla like a hologram, chill like a turtle
Now into the circle
Now into the circle
Now into the circle (now into the circle)
Now into the circle
So now the morning after, waving at the waiter, staring at the paper, never get it past (?)
So now the morning after, waving at the waiter, staring at the paper, never get it past (?) (round and round and round and round and round we go)
So now the morning after, waving at the waiter, staring at the paper, never get it past (?) (round and round and round and round and round we go)
So now the morning after, waving at the waiter, staring at the paper, never get it past (?)
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