| We are all living the same way, the same way |
| We are escaping the same way, the same way |
| Circling |
| We are a part of the same play, the same play |
| We think we're making our own way, our own way |
| Circling |
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| You don’t have to hold your head up high |
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| Round and round |
| I won’t run away this time |
| 'Til you show me what this life is for |
| Round and round |
| I’m not gonna let you change my mind |
| 'Til you show me what this life is for |
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| We are afflicted by fiction, by fiction |
| Building a case for eviction, eviction |
| Circling |
| Guarding a tower of ancients, of ancients |
| Shooting down arrows of patience, impatiently |
| Circling |
| You don’t have to hold your head up high |
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| Round and round |
| I won’t run away this time |
| 'Til you show me what this life is for |
| Round and round |
| I’m not gonna let you change my mind |
| 'Til you show me what this life is for |
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| All the emptiness inside you |
| Is hard enough to fill |
| Without a sense of purpose |
| We're setting up to fail |
| You don’t have to make it right |
| Just hold your head up high |
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| Round and round |
| I won’t run away this time |
| 'Til you show me what this life is for |
| Round and round |
| I’m not gonna let you change my mind |
| 'Til you show me what this life is for |