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[ti:Good Morning Hypocrite] |
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[ar:Electric President] |
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[al:Electric President] |
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Seems like the roads stretch out like veins, but there's no heart. |
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Nature's haircut is concrete now, and we played our part. |
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So we sing ...Dalang,Dalang,Dalang... |
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I've lost my taste for modern things. They're not for me. |
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I want mundane: a quiet place, where time is free, |
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And I can sing ...Da-Da-Dalang,Dalang,Dalang... |
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Crawled from my bed, to collect the thoughts that'd fallen from my head, |
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And you watched me sink, through the carpet, through the basement, and beyond. |
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And you didn't blink. |
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On the glass, I traced the sun with my thumb. It sank into the ground. |
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And then the stars were blinking, like kids who were staring into the wind. |
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So I(So I) climbed through the window and walked until I lost my name. |
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Now I(Now I) can play the victim.(Oh) It's fine.(Yes,Sir) I've seen it on TV. |
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If there's one thing I know, it's that I never really know enough. |
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Our hands, our mouths, our brains, our lungs: they're just machines. |
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These hearts are all that we've got left, and they don't beat. |
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Live a little, talk a lot; it's the way this goes. |
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I've come to fear the little knives beneath their well-pressed clothes. |
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Their arms are reaching; reach is spreading through the neon glow. |
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Their mouths are moving, but their voices sound like telephones. |
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The traffic hums; the traffic grumbles near my old window. |
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The street lights flicker; glow and hover like suspended snow. |
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I used to watch the moon retreat and wonder where it goes. |
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Now I just wonder why my head is overrun with ghosts. |
