Circles

You wake up every morning to the sound of busy streets
In your apartment in the middle of the big city
The smell of booze leaks from your mouth and all the empty cans
That you lie beside and think
Where do we go from here
Where do we go from here
The big boss's head is full of lead as he dumps everything
On you and forces you to slave away eternities
It doesn't help that the boy toy suck up's desk is crystal clean
The war's not over
So, where do we go from here
Where do we go from here
You don't know
That night your colleagues invite you to waste away with them
But you're so tired 'cause your job had sucked your life so thin
I guess that's all the more reason to acquire some gin
The bar is busy and you know it
Where do we go from here
Where do we go from here

You go in, wash it off
You go in, wash it off

The next morning comes and now the cycle just restarts again
But Mom decides to take a trip and meets you half-past ten
Yet while she stays with you, she's nagging every now and then
Why are you all alone
Where do you go from here
Where will you go from here
Pushing twenty-six, yet you're as fixed as an older maid
But that doesn't change the life you need to live again today
You rush your way to work where your boss will yell at you all day
And you sit down by your desk to say
Where do we go from here
Where do we go from here

Remembering, wash it off
Remembering, wash it off
You go in, smiles on
You go in, smiles on

You're running in circles
You're running in circles

You wake up every morning to the sound of busy streets
In your apartment in the middle of the big city
The smell of booze leaks from your mouth and all the empty cans
That you lie beside and think
Where do we go from here
Where do we go from here
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