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It's a garbage truck hour, i'm sleeping in the shower |
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I'm feeling like i'm waiting on a train |
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By the sounds from my bed i think somebody's bled |
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All over something someone's keeping clean |
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I don't need anything, just make it bright |
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Then turn it low |
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You don't need more than me |
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You could live right there beneath the stairs |
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I've done it, i've said all i can, i've reached the end |
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Now you must learn to bend |
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Bend to the floor, taste the core |
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You're not going nowhere |
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Leave the money right there |
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I feel the arrow sticking in my ear |
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We owe so much we pawned |
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Now watch the power come undone |
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I'm standing on my head to watch the day just drift away |
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This city always makes the same mistakes, asleep or awake |
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I'm sick of waking up inside white balloons |
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Inside of blue balloons |
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New york air is sweet tonight |
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There's no stars but that's all right |
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I'm breathing |
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I feel you through your fear |
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Pull the arrow from my ear |
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Tonight we'll take a different way home |
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They say the fire burns but won't consume |
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But it does consume |
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You're slick, you shoplift |
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What's left of my brain |
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You haven't changed |
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This city always makes the same mistakes, |
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It's just like me |
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It always breaks in two |
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I'm sick of me for being sick of you |
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We'll take a gypsy cab to heaven or hell |
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Time will tell |