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Under the pillow |
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I bury my head and try to shut Chicago out |
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As it turns out there's a whole other world of sounds |
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of perfect fifths low skids and Arctic howls |
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all saying are you going through something? |
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are you going through something? |
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Under the pillow a little room to breathe |
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the early morning light's a pale cranberry |
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I hear the Aaa-aah-aah not-wow-wow |
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of a siren faraway and closing steadily |
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saying Are you going through something? |
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Are you going through something? |
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cuz I-I-I-I I am too |
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Under the pillow |
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I can hear you whisperin' are you going through something? |
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well honey are you going through something? |
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Are you going through something? |
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Then I-I-I-I I am too |
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Then I-I-I-I I am too |
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Then I-I-I-I I am too |
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Gimme gimme gimme gimme-gimme |
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Gimme an opportunity gimme-gimme |
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Put me put me put me put me-put me |
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In the saddle I'll ride you'll see |
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There's new work in the Day Room |
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I can't lounge on-line |
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Don't you laugh |
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I'd sell a giraffe and I'd give you half |
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Just to occupy my mind |
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I'll be driven my eyes always moving |
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I'll be riveted to the task yea |
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No smiling! That's important |
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I will make my face a mask |
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And I'm thinking just in passing |
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What if this song does nothing? |
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What if this song does nothing |
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Working in the new NewOrleansWorld |
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I'm emptying slots working like a ghost |
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I move through huge rooms with no windows |
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And no Gulf of Mexico |
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Gimmegimmegimme gimme-gimme |
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Gimme an opportunity gimme-gimme |
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Put me put me put me put me-put me |
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In the saddle please |
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I'll be driven my eyes always moving |
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I'll be riveted to the task yea |
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No smiling! That's so important |
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I will make my face a mask |
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And I'm thinking just in passing |
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What if this song does nothing? |
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What if this song does nothing? |
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What if this song does nothing |
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What if this song does nothing |
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Bring on the requisite strangeness |
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It always has to get a little weird a little weird |
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Yea you just bring on the requisite strangeness |
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Bring it on then disappear disappear |
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Go to be a man of the boom |
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To Florida without the ocean |
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But |
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Don't you wanna see how it ends? |
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When the door is just starting to open? |
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When Athabasca depends? |
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Don't you wanna see how it ends |
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I can hear you |
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But I can't stay here |
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You left me lost in the Barrens |
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You left me born on the stairs |
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It's minus 11 |
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Inside my kettle |
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I didn't come to get lost in the Barrens |
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I didn't come to settle |
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To be a man on the moon |
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To get my little slice of heaven |
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Yeah |
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Don't you wanna see how it ends? |
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When the door is just starting to open? |
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And Athabasca depends |
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Doncha wanna see how it ends |
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Don't you wanna see how it ends? |
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The door is just starting to open. |
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Athabasca depends. |
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Don't you wanna see how it ends? |
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Yeah |
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Don't you wanna see how it ends? |
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I'm holding the door to the Barrens |
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And Athabasca depends |
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Doncha wanna see how it ends? |
