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Take A Ride
You, you're ringing alarms,
Skin hangs loose from your arms,
Tell me what's the appeal?
I keep looking back,
At a photograph,
Didn't realise,
That the photograph was you,
You're going through drawers,
Say it's for a good cause,
Tell me what's the appeal?
If the lights come on,
Then that means you're gone,
And two streets away,
Feels just like you've won, oh,
You took a ride to the other side,
And then you let yourself go,
You think you know what you really want,
But you're fading fast, oh,
All I know is you can't come back again,
How you gonna get out?
(How you gonna get out?)
You, you say what you like,
You like what you say,
There's no natural feel,
I keep looking back,
At the photograph,
At the frozen smile,
That keeps staring back, oh,
You took a ride to the other side,
But you let yourself go,
You think you know what you really want,
But you're fading fast, oh,
All I know is you can't come back again,
You took a ride to the other side,
And then you let yourself go,
You think you know what you really want,
But you're fading fast, oh,
All I know, is you won't come back again,
How you gonna get out?
How you gonna get out?
How you gonna get out?
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How you gonna get out?
How you gonna get out?
How you gonna get out?
All I know, is you won't come back again,
But you're fading fast, oh,
You think you know what you really want,
And then you let yourself go,
You took a ride to the other side,
All I know is you can't come back again,
But you're fading fast, oh,
You think you know what you really want,
But you let yourself go,
You took a ride to the other side,
That keeps staring back, oh,
At the frozen smile,
At the photograph,
I keep looking back,
There's no natural feel,
You like what you say,
You, you say what you like,
(How you gonna get out?)
How you gonna get out?
All I know is you can't come back again,
But you're fading fast, oh,
You think you know what you really want,
And then you let yourself go,
You took a ride to the other side,
Feels just like you've won, oh,
And two streets away,
Then that means you're gone,
If the lights come on,
Tell me what's the appeal?
Say it's for a good cause,
You're going through drawers,
That the photograph was you,
Didn't realise,
At a photograph,
I keep looking back,
Tell me what's the appeal?
Skin hangs loose from your arms,
You, you're ringing alarms,
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