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  • Runaround

    Runaround

    Infinitely Stoned Productions

    Dialing another number, listening to the tone Another automated voice on a

    cold screen phone They said to call back,

    said to talk to him Now I'm staring at a hallway where

    the lights are dim Passed me down the line,

    handed off the file Told me wait a minute,

    told me wait a while Desk to desk,

    door to door, tracking down a ghost Losing my mind when I

    need it the most

    Just a cog in the wheel,

    just a name on a page

    Running out of gas,

    running into my rage

    Nobody's got the folder,

    nobody knows the name

    Just a bunch of suits playing a crooked game

    I’m getting the runaround,

    spinning in a loop

    They got me jumping through another little hoop

    Person to person, face to face

    Tiring myself out running in place

    Nobody’s got an answer,

    nobody’s got a clue

    Just point the finger and they pass me to you

    Yeah, I'm burning out fast,

    running on elite

    Going round in circles till I drop to my feet

    "That's a different department,

    that's a different floor"

    Every single answer is a locked up door

    My shoes are wearing thin from the miles I walked

    My throat is getting dry from the walls I talked They don't

    look me in the eye,

    they just look at the clock

    Leaving me stranded at the edge of the dock

    I need a straight line but they give me a maze

    Wasting my life away inside of this haze

    How am I supposed to build when the ground is a lie?

    How am I supposed to fly when the sky is dry?

    Tired of the smiles and the polite "no's"

    Tired of the way that the bureaucracy flows

    I’m getting the runaround,

    spinning in a loop

    They got me jumping through another little hoop

    Person to person, face to face

    Tiring myself out running in place

    Nobody’s got an answer,

    nobody’s got a clue

    Just point the finger and they pass me to you

    Yeah, I'm burning out fast,

    running on elite

    Going round in circles till I drop to my feet

    Please hold... leave a message...

    Nobody knows...

    Just another door closed...

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