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von The Starting Line

No dancing to the DJ
They won′t put you in the vault
This fun on some kind of mission
Some people cannot be loved alone

Murphy's bar in the next room
Open with Westwood herb
Now everybody′s moving
Rap J still knows every word by heart

Slow breath, feel the wind, your turn
Meet me at the front, rotation
Circulate, cloudburst
Black fool's son for slow breath
Feel the wind, your turn
Meet me at the front, rotation
Circulate, cloudburst
Black fool's son


Cross your throat, I′ll just be sure
Trouble is taking hold
Maybe I should write it down
Snow would blow inside, that′s good
As time would tear us apart
Cross your throat, I'll just be sure
Never was satisfied
In the midst of repetition
Shut up, sexist man, it′s too odd

Slow breath, feel the wind, your turn
Meet me at the front, rotation
Circulate, cloudburst
Black fool's son for slow breath
Feel the wind, your turn
Meet me at the front, rotation
Circulate, cloudburst
Black fool′s son

Slowed in a purveyed air
I shut the power down
Ain't always second place
In a wish to catch the time
I wouldn′t hesitate
Don't work in 7-11
In a continuous race to catch the time


Slow breath, feel the wind, your turn
Meet me at the front, rotation
Circulate, cloudburst
Black fool's son for slow breath
Feel the wind, your turn

They need a lot of protection
Shake your head
Hold us
Black for a song