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She talks to her television. |
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Changing channels with her mind. |
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When this new world turns politic, she just slips in between their sighs. |
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And we talk when the talking is good. |
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Saying over and over. |
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Maybe we should run. |
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While the running is run down. |
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I know forgiveness tastes like dry salt in your mouth. |
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I temper all the alcohol with names that |
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I don't say out loud. |
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There's a cloud that hangs around my house. |
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Electric signals, zeroes and ones. |
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They accompany the |
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Headline News with hairpin turns and domestic bombs. |
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And I look when the looking is good. |
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But I can't ever uncover. |
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All the faces |
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I turned away slowly turned into one another. |
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I have made my decision to hang around inside. |
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But I can't get to the places that |
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I want to go from where |
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I hide. Believe the path is round. |
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Over and over. |
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A peaceful underground. |
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Hiding from the numbers. |
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Believe in living cells. |
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I know you're heavy bored. |
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Belief in peace invents a man with a heart of gold. |
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Peace don't betray me now. |
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I'll find you out, in the empty corners of a restless mind. |
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I have made my illusions bend. |
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I bury them when |
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I shut my eyes. |
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I would hold hands, if holding was good. |
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If it could hold us together. |
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Zeroes and ones, zeroes and ones. |
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Yes, your name's become a number. |
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I have made my decision to hang around inside. |
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But I can't get to the places that |
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I want to go from where |
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I hide. No, |
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I'll never find the places that |
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I want to go from where |
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I hide. |
