Sometimes i think this cycle never ends
We slide from top to bottom and we turn and climb again
And it seems by the time that i have figured what it´s worth
The squeaking of our skin against the steel has gotten worse.

But if i move my place in line i´ll lose.
And i have waited, the anticipation´s got me glued.

I am waiting for something to go wrong.
I am waiting for familiar resolve.

Sometimes it seems that i don´t have the skills to recollect
The twists and turns of plots that turned us from lovers to friends
I´m thinking i should take that volume back up off the shelf
And crack it´s weary spine and read to help remind myself

But if i move my place in line i´ll lose.
And I have waited, the anticipation´s got me glued.

I am waiting for something to wrong
I am waiting for familiar resolve
I am waiting for another repeat
Another diet fed by crippling defeat
And i am waiting for that sense of relief
I am waiting for you to flee the scene
As if you held in your hand the smoking gun
And on the floor lay the one you said you loved.

And it´s strange
They are basically the same
So i don´t ask names anymore.

Sometimes i think this cycle never ends
We slide from top to bottom and we turn and climb again
And it seems by the time that i have figured what it´s worth
The squeaking of our skin against the steel has gotten worse.

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