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Motorcycle's in the parking lot
Revving their engines and it just wont stop
My chosen noise screaming in my head
Houston I think we got a problem
Where does everybody go when they go
The go so fast I don't think they know
We hate so fast
And we love too slow
London I think we got a problem
And when I think about it
I just can't think about it
I try to drink about it
I keep spinning
Ave Mary A
Where did you go
Where did you go
How did you know to get out of a world gone mad
Help me let go
Of the chaos around me
The devil that hounds me
I need you to tell me
Try to be still
Try to be still
Broken hearts all around the spot
I can't help thinking that we lost the plot
Suicide bomber and a student shot
Tokyo I think we got a problem
HATA BİLDİR
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