Everybody speeds in the fast lane, surely now
Revving through the cares tryina keep ourselves from stressing out
Take a look in your heart and soul
This is really it, is it all that you are
We're so caught up in the riddle and we suffer for so little, oh lord
Holding back the tears on the last train homebound
It's been 27 years and you've only now just figured out, how
You can give him your heart and your soul
Give him every ounce that you own
When you're caught up in the riddle
Man your pride ain't with the nickel, no no
Writer(s): Tinashe Fazakerley
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