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Lean my forehead against the window glass, it bends the lights that drip inside |
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Spent days roaming room to room with instincts unapplied |
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September's here and we, we ain't been ourselves lately |
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The old me liked the old you |
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I'd know from around the corner |
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When no one's there, it's panic and disorder |
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Clock hands creeping by |
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Why am I always surprised the dish cracked and dried? |
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I wait for the door to unlock |
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Clawing walls and gnawing on the sheet rock |
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Sifting through wreckage for some scraps thrown before the world collapsed |
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I'm winding up, still I'm more unwrapped, if something snaps |
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Just a walk through Logan Park could save us all, we'd hear some natural sound |
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I'd stretch out and feel the grass beneath, not artificial ground |
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But you've had plans lately, when you hit the floor maybe |
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Scream if you can see me, scream if you |
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I'd know from around the corner |
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When no one's there, it's panic and disorder |
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Clock hands creeping by |
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Why am I always surprised the dish cracked and dried? |
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I wait for the door to unlock |
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Clawing walls and gnawing on the sheet rock |
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Sifting through wreckage for some scraps thrown before the world collapsed |
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I'm winding up, still I'm more unwrapped, if something snaps |
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Treating creatures like machines |
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But we can't be controlled all the time, no, resistance breeds |
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And if we don't get what we need |
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Get bent and bowed, tick, explode |
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I'd know from around the corner |
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When no one's there, it's panic and disorder |
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Clock hands creeping by |
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Why am I always surprised the dish cracked and dried? |
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I wait for the door to unlock |
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Clawing walls and gnawing on the sheet rock |
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Sifting through wreckage for some scraps thrown before the world collapsed |
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I'm winding up, still I'm more unwrapped, if something snaps |
