¡What! - When In Rome

Just run in wild, but you just can't hear a thing
Down to the bone
When in Rome
Please, be my friend?
But the memory is faded, it's to my own accord
It seems we're awfully jaded
So are you still adored?
They say to "pick up the pace" while I'm pacing back around
I'm looking for a peaceful place, but I just can't find the sound
Yes my memory is fading, it's to my own accord
It seems awfully degrading, but I'll strum the chord
Although each day is just passing, I try
To get out of the way, but I get by
So much mixing and matching to find my high
Just put on my disguise
Oh, how time flies
What's the word on the street
"I'm just preaching to the breeze"
Is it just a figure-of-speech, or does it bring you to your knees?
Your intentions are "graded"
But who's to pay for what they instigated
That is the craze
Although each day is just passing, I try
To get out of the way, but I get by
So much mixing and matching to find my high
Just put on my disguise
Oh, how time flies

Written by:
Jonathan Cain

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