Take what I'm thinking
Take what I'm feeling
Give or take
Gave in you're stealing
Stayed well beyond the time
When you were made
Walk away without a sound
I'm waiting for the turnaround
Wait for the turnaround
Wait for the turnaround
Wait for the turnaround
The object of the out-crowd
All your decisions
Some little rope for you
And none to take
You're falling
And dimly lit
Or else you start to fade
Smiling as you tumbledown
I'm waiting for the turnaround
Wait for the turnaround
Wait for the turnaround
Wait for the turnaround
The object of the out-crowd
March them down a blackened hall
No wonder you could have it all
All used up
And all run down
I'm waiting for the turnaround
Wait for the turnaround
Wait for the turnaround
Wait for the turnaround
The object of the out-crowd
Deco Auto - Turnaround Lyrics
Deco Auto - Turnaround Lyrics
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Take what I'm thinking
Take what I'm feeling
Give or take
Gave in you're stealing
Stayed well beyond the time
When you were made
Walk away without a sound
I'm waiting for the turnaround
Wait for the turnaround
Wait for the turnaround
Wait for the turnaround
The object of the out-crowd
All your decisions
Some little rope for you
And none to take
You're falling
And dimly lit
Or else you start to fade
Smiling as you tumbledown
I'm waiting for the turnaround
Wait for the turnaround
Wait for the turnaround
Wait for the turnaround
The object of the out-crowd
March them down a blackened hall
No wonder you could have it all
All used up
And all run down
I'm waiting for the turnaround
Wait for the turnaround
Wait for the turnaround
Wait for the turnaround
The object of the out-crowd
Take what I'm feeling
Give or take
Gave in you're stealing
Stayed well beyond the time
When you were made
Walk away without a sound
I'm waiting for the turnaround
Wait for the turnaround
Wait for the turnaround
Wait for the turnaround
The object of the out-crowd
All your decisions
Some little rope for you
And none to take
You're falling
And dimly lit
Or else you start to fade
Smiling as you tumbledown
I'm waiting for the turnaround
Wait for the turnaround
Wait for the turnaround
Wait for the turnaround
The object of the out-crowd
March them down a blackened hall
No wonder you could have it all
All used up
And all run down
I'm waiting for the turnaround
Wait for the turnaround
Wait for the turnaround
Wait for the turnaround
The object of the out-crowd
Writer: Steven Garcia
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