We are all out of touch
Reminds me of saints
Reminds me of someone or something else
Reminds me of saints
Reminds me of someone or something else
Don't give me no reasons
Don't give me a lame explanation of something you heard before
We are hanging around
We are getting along
Coming and going and going
We are having some fun
Great roundabouts
No expectations just waiting
Shooting me down
I'm hearing that sound
You re getting much closer
My eyes are shut
People are running and moving and getting
Along the way
Your making me cry
Wasting my time
I'm stopping by at no man's land
A long time ago
You were alone
But no one remembers you lost that war
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