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In the air Recycled deliria Machine gray coffee and empty seats We're going home but it ain't no different at all It's just another place baby where I don't sleep I forget how you looked at me But I remember how it used to feel so real So you hold on to it You hold on to it for your life Life in spite of itself gets tired So weld me my feet a wheel Chalk it up to how cars get crushed When there's nothing left of them to steal I forget how you looked at me But I remember how it used to feel so real So you hold on to it You hold on to it for your life Life in spite of itself gets tired So weld me my feet a wheel |
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