There's something building up inside me,
I know it's going to break out soon...
I thought that if I kept it quiet it might just pass on through.
I fear I'm drifting out of the circle,
Let's go and draw another one.
The floor is scratching and so is my heart and it's hard to move on...
To move on...
The people in the streets are screaming,
The whispers never got nothing done.
Don't waste your time thinking that all that you know - it's to move along...
And Nobody has to say they're sorry,
Or try to get it right this time.
And looking back our backs will be warm but our hearts will fine...
Don't call me when the lights go out,
Don't call me when the lights go out,
Don't call me when the lights go out - it's too late...
It's too late...
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