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  • Chorus
    We are sentimental animals
    We are undercover criminals
    We were meant to make a thing or two
    Meant to break the laws of gravity too, oh
    Verse 1
    Hold on
    Go slow
    Lights out
    Let go
    Stay put
    At ease
    Breathe out
    Then in
    Oh no, no, no, no
    There comes chaos
    Verse2
    Creatures
    Like me
    Easily
    Sucked in
    When we dance
    In disorder
    Do I want to
    Make sense at all
    No, no, no
    Not this time, it
    Comes and goes, comes and goes
    Chaos is my second home
    I don't mind where I land
    As long as I'm in trustful hands
    Chorus
    We are sentimental animals
    We are undercover criminals
    We were meant to make a thing or two
    Meant to break the laws of gravity too, oh
    Verse 3
    Burn bridges
    Lose ground
    Bite the dust
    For a while
    Where is order
    When it's needed
    Do I want to
    Make some at all
    No, no, no
    There comes chaos back
    Oh, no, no, no, no
    Not this time, it
    Comes and goes, comes and goes
    Chaos is my second home
    I don't mind where I land
    As long as I'm in trustful hands
    Chorus
    We are sentimental animals
    We are undercover criminals
    We were meant to make a thing or two
    Meant to break the laws of gravity too, oh
    Chorus
    We are sentimental animals
    We are undercover criminals
    We were meant to make a thing or two
    Meant to break the laws of gravity too, oh
  • Chorus
    We are sentimental animals
    We are undercover criminals
    We were meant to make a thing or two
    Meant to break the laws of gravity too, oh
    Verse 1
    Hold on
    Go slow
    Lights out
    Let go
    Stay put
    At ease
    Breathe out
    Then in
    Oh no, no, no, no
    There comes chaos
    Verse2
    Creatures
    Like me
    Easily
    Sucked in
    When we dance
    In disorder
    Do I want to
    Make sense at all
    No, no, no
    Not this time, it
    Comes and goes, comes and goes
    Chaos is my second home
    I don't mind where I land
    As long as I'm in trustful hands
    Chorus
    We are sentimental animals
    We are undercover criminals
    We were meant to make a thing or two
    Meant to break the laws of gravity too, oh
    Verse 3
    Burn bridges
    Lose ground
    Bite the dust
    For a while
    Where is order
    When it's needed
    Do I want to
    Make some at all
    No, no, no
    There comes chaos back
    Oh, no, no, no, no
    Not this time, it
    Comes and goes, comes and goes
    Chaos is my second home
    I don't mind where I land
    As long as I'm in trustful hands
    Chorus
    We are sentimental animals
    We are undercover criminals
    We were meant to make a thing or two
    Meant to break the laws of gravity too, oh
    Chorus
    We are sentimental animals
    We are undercover criminals
    We were meant to make a thing or two
    Meant to break the laws of gravity too, oh