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Feels like someone dropped my eyes |
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In a cradle of needles |
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Like you'd drop ice cubs in a bar glass |
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I stare out from behind my eight a.m. sting |
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Through the passenger side of this rented van's dash |
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I am a boy, who snuck in his father's closet |
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Put on a suit, and got hired for his father's job |
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And before i could push my hand |
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Through the oversized sleeve to stop it |
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I was hired on the spot |
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And now i am a travelling salesmen |
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I am eeking out a living |
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Breathing, missing, pitching, lying |
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I am a travelling salesmen |
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Body fastened tight around the child |
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I'm swimming in it |
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And when i find myself |
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Behind the wheel in my sleep |
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Which is everynight |
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I realize, only thought i could drive |
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But i figure if i can |
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Stay unconcious for half the day |
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I double my chances to get it right |
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Just choose a destination |
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Any destination |
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See the destination |
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To make it there just once |
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I wanna put one foot |
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In front of the other |
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And be one step ahead |
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Of where i was |
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I don't get up |
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With the majority |
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I don't go out |
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With a fingernail |
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I don't get up |
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I don't get down |
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But i still breathe |
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At least for now |
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I don't get up |
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I don't go out |
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I don't move, won't lose |
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And i won't breakdown |
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Keeping buying my suits smaller and smaller |
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Hoping i will be demoted when they notice |
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Keep leaving my cells in your sisters and daughters |
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To try and escape disguised as my own kid |
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I'd sell cheap encyclopedias, vacuums |
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I'd sell my own soul |
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Throw open the backroom's doors and show you |
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That nobody knows how the cars |
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Get us all where we're going |
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You can turn the wheel |
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But it won't be controlled |
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You can shake when you go out |
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Collapse back home |
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The little victories |
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Are gifts from coincidence |
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Each sale's just a ??? |
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The vacant chambers are infinite |
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You didn't get shit from the universe |
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Until the barrel turns |
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To the place where the bullet waits |
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And everything you've earned |
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Is reduced to its actual value |
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That's how you understand |
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The boulder always falls back downhill |
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Each sentiment expressed |
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Was born to recreation |
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And the energy can not be remade |
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We change its state |
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Call our new music groundbreaking |
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But ??? takes |
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And eventually all the noise we make |
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Will go away |
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But i'm just a boy in my father's suit |
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What do i know? |
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I shouldn't be here |
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But since i am |
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Can i interest you in a little snakeoil? |
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I don't get up |
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With the majority |
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I don't go out |
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With a fingernail |
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I don't get up |
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I don't get down |
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But i still breathe |
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At least for now |
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I don't get up |
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I don't go out |
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I don't move, won't lose |
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And i won't breakdown |
