There isn't any movement.
There isn't any sound.
So how can we go forward when we are lost not found.
We are lost not found.
So where is all the passion?
It seems so far away,
the superficial circus is leading us astray.
Don't you let me down.
Don't you let me down.
Me down.
Me down.
Me down.
Me down.
Don't you let me down.
Don't you let me down.
Don't you let me down.
Me down.
Me down.
Me down.
Me down.
Me down.
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