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Can t get rid of your feeling
I should give it up and spit it out
I can t find my own, join your crowd
I move in circles, you make my tracks

Fluorescent lies, smoke filled rooms
Is where I ended up with broken past
The room would swell, I m in bloom
Confuse me first consume me last

Please get away from your disco clouds

And the days we ve taken all for granted now
Are the days I cannot wait to pretend again and again
We could last forever

It s hell for the tourist, photo call
To capture the moment when you fall

Please get away from your disco clouds
Your disco clouds

Please get away from your disco clouds
Your disco clouds

Days we ve taken all for granted
Days we ve taken all for granted

And the days we ve taken all for granted
All for granted now
Are the days I cannot wait to pretend again and again
We could last forever