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You assume control of the helm of something |
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You just can't understand |
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And assumptions are the tool of the ignorant |
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And you thank all the wrong people |
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And seem so unreal |
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And lacking the feelings to notice |
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And you're indicating |
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The way you stare the way your hair |
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Frames your lying mouth |
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My intuition left me here without the claws to know what's real |
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And you come again with your quaint words |
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All dressed up in opportunity |
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There's occasion in you to celebrate |
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But I don't believe anymore in holidays |
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I stay awake to keep you out of my head |
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For everything creeps places they don't belong when I sleep |
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And you're the same as the pride before you |
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And I just want you to shut up and look pretty |
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