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I stared at the ceiling to regain some feeling |
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The days mixed with let downs and calm downs and put downs |
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There's words and their feelings but none of them sit well |
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You say that you're happy when no one believes you |
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So I just take my time |
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We're treading deep water and can't seem to come by any place |
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Where we can force ourselves to know |
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Where is the space in our heads for hopeful thoughts to grow? |
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So now I hope you'll rush to my side |
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A wish can't just choose to fall down by the wayside |
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There's bees in the attic acidic with panic |
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Bees in the attic acidic with panic, oh |
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There's pills straws and bottles for all our bruised feelings |
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They mixed well in person but sting when they're leaving |
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So I will make up my mind |
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We're treading deep water and can't seem to come by any place |
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Where we can force ourselves to grow |
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Where is the space in our heads for hopeful thoughts to grow? |
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So now I hope you'll rush to my side |
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We've threaded the needle and can't find a way out |
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There's bees in the attic acidic with panic |
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Bees in the attic acidic with panic, oh |
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Bees in the attic acidic with panic |
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Bees in the attic acidic with panic, oh |
