You've been packing your bags for the tenth timeYou've been up on the roof againSo you're biding your time but it's all right they're coming any week nowLeft behind by the mothership, they're our only real friendsBut inside, inside, you'll always feel the same, even when you wake upEven if you wake up
In a town where everyone will kick and screamAnd come to the same conclusion every timeTime to realize you were never on the teamThere was always a question hanging over youIn a hot air balloon with a rusty nailLooking over your shoulder and setting sail
Your dreams will become part of the future and coincide with the pastYou spend all your time by the radio waiting for the signalBut inside, inside, you'll always feel the same, even when you wake upEven if you wake up
In a town where everyone will kick and screamAnd come to the same conclusion every timeTime to realize you were never on the teamThere was always a question hanging over youIn a hot air balloon with a rusty nailLooking over your shoulder and setting sail
They drive the same roadThey drive the same roadThey drive the same road drifting over to your side
They drive the same roadThey drive the same roadThey drive the same road drifting over to your side
They drive the same roadThey drive the same roadThey drive the same road drifting over to your side
They drive the same roadThey drive the same roadThey drive the same road turn the lights on again
They sail the same straitThey sail the same straitThey sail the same strait turn the lights on again
They sail the same straitThey sail the same straitThey sail the same strait turn the lights on again
They sail the same straitThey sail the same straitThey sail the same strait turn the lights on again
They sail the same straitThey sail the same strait
They sail the same strait turn the lights on again
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