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Well, you're running to the microchips
And you're falling on your feet
And you're running to the West side
And you're trying to be discreet
And you're falling for the hip line
And you're busting out of here
And you're hanging with the sublime
And you're living out your fears, yeah

(Hang on)
But you hang on tight
(And you're running around
With your face in the ground)
Like love at first sight
(Hang on)
But you hang on tight
(And you're running around
With your face in the ground)
Like it was your last night
Your last night

And you're dancing on the windowsills
And you're popping things that count
And you never felt a real slide
No significant account
And you're going around at warp speed
And you're fishing for a break
And you're living on the East side
And you never feel sedate

And you're living in a dream world
And you're jumping on the roof
And when you're crawling down the hallway
You're still trying to act aloof
But somewhere in your dark side
Everything's fucked
It seeps into your vision
Of being thunderstruck, yeah

(Hang on)
And you hang on tight
(And you're running around
With your face in the ground)
Like love at first sight
(Hang on)
And you hang on tight
(And you're running around
With your face in the ground)
Like it was your last night

(Hang on tight)
(And you're running around
With your face in the ground)
(Hang on tight)
You hang on tight
(And you're running around
With your face in the ground)
(Hang on)
Like it was your last night

(Hang on)
Well, you hang on tight
(And you're running around
With your face in the ground)
Like love at first sight
(Hang on)
Yeah, you hang on tight
(And you're running around
With your face in the ground)
Like it was your last right

(Hang on)
Like it was your last right
(Hang on)
(Hang on)

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