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Pick us up were all by ourselves
The great big howling is about to begin
A thousand miles after from where it all begins
Old world, the whole world is
Going on and on (forfeit the shape to fit)
the backhand to a touch is moving on again
Going on and on
Whats next?
Im out of time
Losing my touch I can't feel
Speak for me; do you see the same signs?
Do you know how to read between the lines?
All in all, it's all or none, all for one.
What you want?
Pick us out of a line up
Stranded and strange just as innocent as kids
The found are leaving and they're trying to forget.
The old world, the whole world is
Going on and on (forfeit the shape to fit)
a backhand to the touch is moving on again
Going on and on
Whats next?
Im out of time.
Losing my touch I can't feel
Speak for me; do you see the same signs?
Do you know how to read between the lines?
All in all, it's all or none, all for one.
What you want?
Going on and on