Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh

You're falling way behind
Well give it just a little bit of time
'Cause when we're all exposed, do you want to be the first in line
Loathe the witching crowd, the smoke they blow
Can make your head pop
The echo is playing its tricks on you again
And again

We blow all our chances
When we know all the answers
And so it goes
With all the changes
If nothing changes
No matter what you're told

Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh

So you're picking up signs
You're scared you might be losing your mind
And all the hopes of any shot
You got to leave a new behind
You're making light of this I know
And it's a shame
You're just in a sentimental heart
It's to blame

We blow all our chances
When we know all the answers
And so it goes
With all the changes
If nothing changes
No matter what you're told

Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh

Ah ah ah

You don't want to end up in the lost and found
You better hold on tight
All the time it evens when you're upside down
You gotta hold on tight
I don't want to be there when you hit the ground
You need to hold on tight

We blow all our chances
When we know all the answers
And so it goes
With all the changes
If nothing changes
No matter what you're told

Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh

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Writer(s): BRIAN BURTON, JAMES MERCER