dragged by the weight of the stone
staring at the fading lights
can you see the sign on the wall
kissing you goodbye?
attracted by the easy beat
craving for the big, big change
you're so desperate, what's the matter baby?
your style was perfect in the first place
when you're crying out for help
I can feel you, but is this your little breakaway?
have you seen through their disguise
and you found out that there is no funny crowded place?
when you're walking on the tides
have they told you that the deepest ocean lies beneath your mind?
dragged by the weight of the stone
gazing at the city lights
have you noticed the sign of the times
kissing you goodbye?
driven by a lousy beat
labyrinths inside your head
praying all the time, wishing for the bad trip
to come to an end
when you're crying out for help
I can feel you, but is this your little breakaway?
have you seen through their disguise
and you found out that there is no funny crowded place?
when you're walking on the tides
have they told you that the deepest ocean lies beneath your mind?

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