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See I'm leaving |
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This warehouse frightens me |
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Has me tied up in knots |
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Can't rest for a moment |
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Soon I'm going I'm slipping slow away |
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Hoping to find something better |
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Than I've got inside of here |
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The warehouse slips away |
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Hey reckless mind |
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Don't throw away your playful beginnings |
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You and I will fumble around in the touches |
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And be sure to |
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Leave all the lights on |
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So we can see the black cat changing colors |
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And we can walk under ladders |
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And we can swim as the tide turns you around and around |
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Hey we have found |
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Becoming one in a million |
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Slip into the crowd |
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This question I found in a gap in the sidewalk |
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Keep all your sights on |
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Hey the black cat changing colors |
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And you can walk under ladders |
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And swim as the tide choose to turn you |
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And here I sit |
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Life goes on |
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End of tunnel, TV set |
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Spot in the middle |
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Static fade, statistical bit |
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And soon I'll fade away, I'll fade away |
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This I admit tastes so good |
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Hard to believe an end to it |
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Smell touch feel |
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How could this rhythm ever quit |
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Bags packed on a plane |
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Hopefully to heaven |
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Shut up I'm thinking |
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I had a clue now it's gone forever |
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Sitting over these bones |
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You can read in whatever you're needing to |
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Keep all your sights on |
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Yeah man the black cat changing colors |
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When it's not the colors that matter |
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But that they'll all fade away |
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This I admit |
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Seems so good |
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Hard to believe an end to it |
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Warehouse is bare |
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Nothing at all inside of it |
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The walls and halls have disappeared |
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They disappear |
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My love I love to stay here |
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My love I love to stay here |
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In a corner I was wondering |
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If a change would be better than this |
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And then I worry |
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Maybe things won't be better than they have been |
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Here in the warehouse |
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At the warehouse |
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How I love to stay here |
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At the warehouse |
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Every man and woman |
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Get alive |
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That's our blood down there |
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Seems poured from the hands of angels |
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But trickle into the ground |
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Leaves the warehouse bare and empty |
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And my heart's numbered beat |
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Still echo in this empty room |
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And fear wells in me |
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But nothing seems good enough to defend |
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So I am going away, I'm going away... |
