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I live in a hotel, I must keep writing |
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If I'm to be better than everyone else |
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Like figure skating, like asphyxiating |
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On your own seeping fumes, you're just waiting |
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Living in a hotel, I'm not traveling |
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Between two points, in midair I'm levitating |
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Above the earth, beneath the sky, with eyes like static |
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In my three feet from bed to wall sleeps a genius |
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Leave me here to my devices |
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The call could come at any time |
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They're playing love songs on the radio tonight |
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I can't relate to that right now |
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Note to self, no one cares, your voice is average |
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In worried piles I typed for miles, you just stood there |
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I will begin, I will put right this morning terror |
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I have been kissed between the ears with human error |
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Leave me here to my devices |
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I need a word to change my life |
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I've tied my ankles to the table legs with wire |
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He can't write so much as type |
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Leave me here to my devices |
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I can't think with all this noise |
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They're playing love songs on your radio tonight |
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I don't get those songs on mine |
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You keep ****ing up my life |
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You keep ****ing up my life |
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You keep ****ing up my life |
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You keep ****ing up my life |