Maybe I could fall
Baby, I could fall apart
To conceal, to protect, to serve and to reject
I’m turning into something
Go all the way to the right
I’m going past,
I’m going past,
I‘m going two lights
Chorus hit the streets
They talk to me
A fickle beast who’s nice today
It’s such a waste, another day
Such a waste,
But it feels great
It feels great
Everything has taken a turn
In disguise as what I want
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