Everybody has a price
But sometimes the price doesn't always mean money
Tell me who is running this game
Check the roles I wanna know who's riding this train
It feels like each day crawls along
Can only see the wrong in a situation
As the picture's playing
No dedication or conviction in what I'm saying
Weight laying heavy on my soul
Invisible
Manage to keep it moving
Life used to be so beautiful
Could appreciate
How the sun illuminates the smallest thing
And motivates the birds to sing at the crack of dawn
At the crack of dawn
Tell me who is running this game
Wax Tailor
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