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First things first, now don't lie
Do you feel the staleness same as I?
Secondhand smoke, yellowing walls
I think I'd rather leave than rely on
Both feet down, gaze turned forward
I just want a lane, I don't want more
Tapped in now, but it never can last
I think I'm getting lost in the dark now
Don't lose face with your fake surprise
I don't like your friends and you don't like mine
When you complain it's my favorite sound
Maybe catch a ride on the next one out
(Catch a ride on the next one)
(Catch a ride on the)
(Maybe catch a ride on the next one)





