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Sometimes we feel like we've lost our identitiesAnother stranger keeps looking at us suspiciouslyOur body stricken with bruises and our arms are weakFrom all the problems, keeping solutions out of reachWe crumble nervously, in need of surgeryA new identity, desperately seeking changeAnd now this fantasy, becomes realityAnother gallery of people they think are strangeAnd we try and we try to deny itTo keep from the burn and turnAnd we need some inspirationTo keep from going crazySometimes we feel like we're in prison with no releaseLocked in a taxi on ??? and 103Our beds are made at home where we won't get any sleepWe feel like zombies feeding our excessive needSometimes they're chemicalMostly they're sexualBut never logical, these patterns are hard to changeAnd all this flatteryDistorts our sanityWe act neurotically, old habits are hard to breakAnd we try and we try to deny itLetras de cancionesTo keep from the burn and turnAnd we need some inspirationTo keep from going crazyAnd we're lost in translationWithout a place to beAnd we try and we try to deny itTo keep from the burn and turn(oh yeah, to keep from the burn and turn)We're lost in translationWithout a place to beAnd we try and we try to deny itTo keep from the burn and turnAnd we need some inspirationTo keep from going crazyAnd we're lost in translationWithout a place to beAnd we try and we try to deny itTo keep from the burn and turnTo keep from the burn and... From Letras Mania