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What a waste, what a waste of energy To edit memories and sell them to the needy Hit the breaks, hit the breaks on planting seeds To edges of our seats, I guess I should be leaving This stress eats at my soul I can't tell if I’m breathing at all Street drama takes its toll So hit the road Criminal minds try to cloud up your thinking But they're tough to identify And they cut with precision These criminal minds Criminal minds try to cloud up your thinking But they're tough to identify And they cut with precision These criminal minds, oh my What a waste, what a waste of all our time To spend it taking sides, when both are in denial In a way, in a way, you’re always right By picking every fight to call yourself the hero This stress eats at my soul I can't tell if I'm breathing at all Letras de cancionesStreet drama takes its toll So hit the road Criminal minds try to cloud up your thinking But they're tough to identify And they cut with precision These criminal minds Criminal minds try to cloud up your thinking But they're tough to identify And they cut with precision These criminal minds, oh my No, no, no, no more drama No, no, no, no more drama No, no, no, no more drama These criminal minds, oh my This stress eats at my soul (No, no, no, no more drama) I can't tell if I'm breathing at all (No, no, no, no more drama) Street drama takes its toll (No, no, no, no more drama) So hit the road Criminal minds try to cloud up your thinking (Whoa whoa) But they're tough to identify (Oh whoa) And they cut with precision (They cut) These criminal minds Criminal minds try to cloud up your thinking But they’re tough up to identify And they cut with precision These criminal minds, oh my From Letras Mania