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How does it feel to be in the news
Rumours are real and wearing your shoes
You hear drums
They beat out your life like a worn out drum machine
You hear drums
Already too late coz the record's out
You'll never hide from things that they say
They will decide the price that you pay
You hear drums
They beat out your life like a worn out drum machine
You hear drums
Already too late coz the record's out
You hear drums
They play out the tune that you must keep dancing to
You hear drums
They're splitting your head but you can't lay down

Reflections
A thousand lies
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