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I sleep deeply every night in a world that's better than real life. |
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I found a hiding place, beneath a dirty blanket of distorted bass. |
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And there's music in my head, I heard a gasoline voiced mixed with Marlboro reds singing: |
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"Pick up your head again... if you want to be king, no one must keep you down..." |
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And yes now I'm back from the dead, I'm gonna turn it up loud inside your head. |
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With the sound of many days, when we could feel the cheap drugs squeezing through our veins. |
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Like a million girls and boys, I'm just another grainy brick in a wall of noise. |
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I really missed you yesterday, well and just for a moment something was reeling me in. |
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Yes, something was reeling me in. Well... Someone was breathing me in. |
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Someone was breathing me in. Well... |
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Yeah, but I lived in the slip of your frown. And this place has been getting me down. |
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Yeah, but you hung out for my suicide. You were pushing it down the air supply. |
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But you never did try to find the time to let us be together in your cage or mine. |
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And since you never noticed me, well how's about you open up your eyes and see me. |
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Now music fills my empty bones, well and some times it seems it's the only place I've left to go. |
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Happy Birthday anyway! |