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She can't speak 'cos there's nothing to speak of |
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She can't walk 'cos there's nothing to walk on |
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She said, "I can't love you 'cos I can't show up" |
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But she can control her mind now 'cos there's nothing left to let go of |
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If you drive to the edge of the sand you'll see a row of empty houses |
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She lives there at the end of the open door where the bag of wow is |
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All day she makes chains out of shells and shiny icecream paper |
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She burns words into the lawn and sits in the shade with nothing on |
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She wakes up to high tide and thinks, "...but I've always felt like this" |
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And at night she drives to the edge of town, lifts her head and says |
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"I'm going down" |
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Here in the lead room |
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Room... |
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I'm what you need |
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In the lead room |
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I'm what you need |
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In the lead room |
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Show me you weep |
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I'm what you need |
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Show me you weep |
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I'm what you need |
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Room... |
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I'm what you need |
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In the lead room |
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I'm what you need |
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In the lead room |
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Show me you weep |
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I'm what you need... |