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I always seem to see things that I shouldn't. |
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I never seem to get it right. |
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I always seem to paint such pretty pictures. |
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But they're always in black and white. |
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Everybody tells me that it isn't God's plan. |
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And I'm just messing it all up. |
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I know they're probably right and I should just bail. |
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Turn my wheel towards the high road, but.. |
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It feels good to go left. |
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It feels good to miss-step. |
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I pave my own roads and build my own castles. |
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I made a world for myself. |
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And then the flood rushed in and threw it all sideways. |
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And my heavens gave away to hell. |
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Sometimes you just to find the fog and lie in it. |
| [01:20.98] |
For a week or two on your own. |
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Keep making things empty and shattering glass. |
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And ripping up seems you've sown. |
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It feels good to forget. |
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It feels good to reset. |
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Baby split the bottle between the two of them. |
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Shut the blinds and lock the doors. (Deadbolt) |
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One sprawled out on the lavender couch. |
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And the other sat on the floor. |
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And the mannequin walked and the dial tone talked. |
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And the dirt bled red when it should have bled mud. |
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Do you see what you do to me? |
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Do you see what you do to me? |
