| Mr. Nobody. Real life, fake lotus. | |
| Break focus. Way too normal to take notice. | |
| Women and rage. Sugar, salt, cinnamon, sage. | |
| The city throbs. Endless shitty jobs and minimum wage. | |
| It's nonsense. Flashy patterns, polka dots and gold checkers | |
| Cold efforts. Avid collector of old records. | |
| Mostly poor. Little things you have to look closely for. | |
| I hate kids and standing in line at the grocery store. | |
| I'm divorced. Exile enforced. New fears | |
| A few beers. I haven't had sex in over two years. | |
| I've tried to trust. It's useless. I wallow in my disgust. | |
| Why discuss it? No car, I ride the bus. | |
| Steel doesn't decide to rust it just does. | |
| Words written out with your finger where the dust was. | |
| Cliché. He-say she-say. So funny | |
| Forgot to laugh. Go study. Call me Mr. Nobody. | |
| The invisible man. | |
| I'm hiding in the bushes. | |
| The invisible man. | |
| I'm stewing in my own juices | |
| Unfurled young girl. Stand up. Strike back. | |
| Get dressed. Don't hold yourself open like that, | |
| It's terrible. Carryin on. Precarious position. | |
| Jumpin', kissin'. I look in your eyes and I see that something's missing. | |
| You've been punished, brainwashed. Pain squashed, | |
| Haunted and hunted. You could have had anyting you wanted. | |
| Now you're ruined. Screwing around with a villain. | |
| If I ever find out who did this to you, I swear to God, I kill him. | |
| The invisible man. | |
| I'm hiding in the bushes. | |
| The invisible man. | |
| I'm stewing in my own juices. | |
| The invisible man. | |
| Writing letters to the editor. | |
| The invisible man. | |
| Riding a bike with a flat tire... |
| Mr. Nobody. Real life, fake lotus. | |
| Break focus. Way too normal to take notice. | |
| Women and rage. Sugar, salt, cinnamon, sage. | |
| The city throbs. Endless shitty jobs and minimum wage. | |
| It' s nonsense. Flashy patterns, polka dots and gold checkers | |
| Cold efforts. Avid collector of old records. | |
| Mostly poor. Little things you have to look closely for. | |
| I hate kids and standing in line at the grocery store. | |
| I' m divorced. Exile enforced. New fears | |
| A few beers. I haven' t had sex in over two years. | |
| I' ve tried to trust. It' s useless. I wallow in my disgust. | |
| Why discuss it? No car, I ride the bus. | |
| Steel doesn' t decide to rust it just does. | |
| Words written out with your finger where the dust was. | |
| Cliche. Hesay shesay. So funny | |
| Forgot to laugh. Go study. Call me Mr. Nobody. | |
| The invisible man. | |
| I' m hiding in the bushes. | |
| The invisible man. | |
| I' m stewing in my own juices | |
| Unfurled young girl. Stand up. Strike back. | |
| Get dressed. Don' t hold yourself open like that, | |
| It' s terrible. Carryin on. Precarious position. | |
| Jumpin', kissin'. I look in your eyes and I see that something' s missing. | |
| You' ve been punished, brainwashed. Pain squashed, | |
| Haunted and hunted. You could have had anyting you wanted. | |
| Now you' re ruined. Screwing around with a villain. | |
| If I ever find out who did this to you, I swear to God, I kill him. | |
| The invisible man. | |
| I' m hiding in the bushes. | |
| The invisible man. | |
| I' m stewing in my own juices. | |
| The invisible man. | |
| Writing letters to the editor. | |
| The invisible man. | |
| Riding a bike with a flat tire... |
| Mr. Nobody. Real life, fake lotus. | |
| Break focus. Way too normal to take notice. | |
| Women and rage. Sugar, salt, cinnamon, sage. | |
| The city throbs. Endless shitty jobs and minimum wage. | |
| It' s nonsense. Flashy patterns, polka dots and gold checkers | |
| Cold efforts. Avid collector of old records. | |
| Mostly poor. Little things you have to look closely for. | |
| I hate kids and standing in line at the grocery store. | |
| I' m divorced. Exile enforced. New fears | |
| A few beers. I haven' t had sex in over two years. | |
| I' ve tried to trust. It' s useless. I wallow in my disgust. | |
| Why discuss it? No car, I ride the bus. | |
| Steel doesn' t decide to rust it just does. | |
| Words written out with your finger where the dust was. | |
| Cliché. Hesay shesay. So funny | |
| Forgot to laugh. Go study. Call me Mr. Nobody. | |
| The invisible man. | |
| I' m hiding in the bushes. | |
| The invisible man. | |
| I' m stewing in my own juices | |
| Unfurled young girl. Stand up. Strike back. | |
| Get dressed. Don' t hold yourself open like that, | |
| It' s terrible. Carryin on. Precarious position. | |
| Jumpin', kissin'. I look in your eyes and I see that something' s missing. | |
| You' ve been punished, brainwashed. Pain squashed, | |
| Haunted and hunted. You could have had anyting you wanted. | |
| Now you' re ruined. Screwing around with a villain. | |
| If I ever find out who did this to you, I swear to God, I kill him. | |
| The invisible man. | |
| I' m hiding in the bushes. | |
| The invisible man. | |
| I' m stewing in my own juices. | |
| The invisible man. | |
| Writing letters to the editor. | |
| The invisible man. | |
| Riding a bike with a flat tire... |
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