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Moving days are coming |
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Like the traffic, full of broken worlds. |
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Being there |
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is harder when you feel it, |
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when your self is long deferred. |
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And when you talk to me, |
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don't talk through me. |
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My remote control |
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keep you lit up on the screen in my soul. |
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Typing in your office |
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while I am holding up the line. |
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And when you talk to me, |
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don't talk through me. |
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Your remorse is code |
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But you talk right to me |
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talk right through me |
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My remote control |
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keep you lit up on the screen in my soul. |
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That's what these zeros and ones are saying |
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that's the code. |
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That's it. |
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Zero as a place means one |
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Zero as a place means... |
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Absent-minded on the freeway |
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Just pull over on the shoulder. |