Another floor A different ceiling than the night before Where am I while youre back home Life goes on and on and on and on This strange routine sometimes weighs down on me But I wouldnt trade it Not for anything Maybe theres nothing Only this moment As cars pass by Live fast or slow or stay alive Where am I while youre back home Time goes on and on and on and on This strange routine sometimes weighs down on me But I wouldnt trade it Not for anything Maybe theres nothing Only this moment
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