Tilt
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What if I told you, that we're all the same If no one is equal, in this endless game What if I told you, it's out of your hands And after all is said and done, and nothing has changed We all want the same You again, the future, has failed us, it's coming round again The sickness, the sadness, the cycles have to win Somehow, we're tilted and the ringing in my ears Won't go away, it's happening again What if I told you, that we're all the same If no one is equal, in this endless game What if I told you, it's out of your hands And after all is said and done, and nothing has changed We all want the same We all want the same Here we go again, the feeling of falling It's all we'll ever know Swing backwards and forwards It's getting old My hands are tied behind my back And I can barely catch my breath And here we go again What if I told you, that we're all the same If no one is equal, in this endless game What if I told you, it's out of your hands And after all is said and done, and nothing has changed We all want the same And after all is said and done We can right the wrongs and make our own In time to start it all again The cycle's gotta break What if I told you, that we're all the same If no one is equal, in this endless game What if I told you, it's out of your hands And after all is said and done, and nothing has changed We all want the same The future has failed us, it's coming round again The pendulum is broken, so we're swinging by the neck Instead, we're tilted, the ringing in my ears Won't go away, it's happening again We all want the same We all want the same
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- Duration
- 03:40
- Key
- 4
- Tempo
- 177 BPM
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