BUFFY:
Every single night, the same arrangement
I go out and fight the fight
Still I always feel this strange estrangement
Nothing here is real, nothing here is right
I've been making shows of trading blows
Just hoping no one knows
That I've been going through the motions
Walking through the part
Nothing seems to penetrate my heart

I was always brave and kind of righteous,
Now I find I'm wavering
Crawl out of your grave, you find the fight just
Doesn't mean a thing

DEMON:
She ain't got that swing

BUFFY:
Thanks for noticing

DEMON CHORUS:
She is pretty well with fiends from hell
But lately we can tell
That she's just going through the motions
(Going through the motions)
Facing it somehow

DEMON:
She's not even half the girl she - ow!

BUFFY:
Will I stay this way forever
Sleepwalk through my life's endeavor

MAN:
How can I repay you?

BUFFY:
Whatever
I don't wanna be
Going through the motions
Losing all my drive
I can't even see if this is really me
And I just want to be alive
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