Text: Groove Armada. Black Light. History.

I'm sad with the way that I am
I'm turning away from the past, oohh
I'm lookin' for a better place
I'm lonely but findin' my way around
Around,around,
Around,around

So long, I'm sick of history repeating it;
Because it keeps turning me around.
So long, I'm sick of history repeating it;
Because it keeps turning me around.

It's starting to push at my mind

Forget all the things that I took with me
I'm throwing away all my dreams
Dreams,
Dreams,
Dreams,

So long, I'm sick of history repeating it;
Because it keeps turning me around.
So long, I'm sick of history repeating it;
Because it keeps turning me around.