Nigel & The Dropout - Foreign Orphan's Endorphins | Текст песни

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I don't care what you do with summer time
Or my simple life while I'm under your knife
If we left now would we somehow get away from here
I can't seem to shake this feeling
That things aren't in the place they're supposed to be
Things aren't in the place they're supposed to be

I need to be reminded that I'm a part of this world
I need a wake up call to never mind that I'm still dreaming
Fleeting like a memory thats far to close to recall

When the clocks come down all over town
Time wouldn't matter to the bosses with their losses
In the places with the paper and the secrets in the boxes
I can't seem to shake this feeling
That things aren't in the place they're supposed to be
I just need someone to remind me that I'm still asleep

Find a way out, Find a way
Find a way out, Find a way

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