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The terror of the view, the emptiness of this room, always writing against this truth in the way that a painter must have a surface to hit. |
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The paint is flying now, breaking the silence at the speed of sound. |
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Hitting the frequency. |
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She's reaching back at me warm and loud. |
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Beautiful daemons fly out. |
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And we're fighting for our lives to fill the corners up with light. |
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Black spell casting against them now in the way that a bullet will go until it is stopped. |
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And all the medicine went to my head again late last night. |
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My bed of saccharine, my bad amphetamine. |
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I was lit from within, burning with means and ends. |
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And the city life is like a sugar high, knocking me out.. |
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Keeping me wired. |
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It's incredible. |
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Unsteady chemicals come and go, the ebb and flow. |
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When the measure of your work is the measure of your worth, then you better make it work. |
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There's some people |
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I could name, but it's not the time or place to split hairs with the guys downstairs. |
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They'll get their fare share, |
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I'm sure. |
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The frequency is gonna take us there. |
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And the city kids, the angry with-it kids, hate everything the first time. |
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It's incredible the kind of chemicals knocking around in my mind. |
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In the winter of my night, |
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I found a desperate kind of light, and nothing comes without a fight. |
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You want to know where the good thoughts grow but you ought to know where all the good thoughts go. |
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You can't afford to miss a day. |
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Call in sick. |
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You better stay that way. |
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And the city life is just some other guy knocking me out, wasting my time. |
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Upper middle class. |
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Infomanic. |
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You will get yours. |
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I will get mine. |
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So get in line, the frequency is fine. |