In Circles

Sha-da-da, sha-da-da, sha-da-da, sha-da-da
Sha-da-da, sha-da-da, sha-da-da, sha-da-da

I'm running in circles,
I hit the store and back
I had no hangover,
I put the makeup in the bag
I'm crowded in secrets,
But I got the gift of gab, oh
I had a friend over, but her
Left is quick to jab

Sha-da-da, sha-da-da, sha-da-da, sha-da-da
Sha-da-da, sha-da-da, sha-da-da, sha-da-da

The graffitied mirror
Returns a winning smile
I felt alive uptown, but I
Couldn't find Argyle
I'm running in circles
Left with nowhere to go
I'm done with miracles
And my warmly lit up phone

And do you really wanna know
If it's really all for show?
And do you really wanna know
If it's really all for sho-o-o-ow?

Sha-da-da, sha-da-da, sha-da-da, sha-da-da
Sha-da-da, sha-da-da, sha-da-da, sha-da-da
Sha-da-da, sha-da-da, sha-da-da, sha-da-da
Sha-da-da, sha-da-da, sha-da-da, sha-da-da



Credits
Writer(s): Evan Brown
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