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I'm sick of twisting the knobs, your little baby's a slob |
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I wanna love you but this house ain't built for two |
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I think I panic a lot, not really sure what I've got |
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I wanna love you but this house ain't built for two |
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I'm sick of twisting the knobs |
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(So where's my sweet love) |
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I think I've hidden from myself, but there's too many layers |
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I turn my head and cough |
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Like I'm calling the cops |
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Is there something more to you than just bible study? |
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Turn your camera on |
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You don't wanna miss this |
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The way lighting shifts |
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As it reflects off the water |
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Below this sinking ship |
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I feel your fingertips.. slipping away |
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Can't shake the feeling now |
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How far we've fallen down |
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Like our best days are behind us |
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You're the revisionist |
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And I'm the narcissist.. drifting away |
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To my sunstroke ghost dance gold corona |
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Did I crack that lens, put my weight upon ya |
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Does the manifest dictate to love and honor |
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Can the creed uphold, can we repeat our mantra |
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Trust my luck and show my feelings |
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Cross my fingers, cards are dealing |
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Busting out my skull shaped ceiling |
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Hold my fucking body back |
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I'm still raging from the sanction you placed upon the impoverished nations |
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Delusions of grandeur, have some patience |
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Hold my fucking body back |
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I can't predict the future |
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And I can't forget the past |
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Can't focus any longer |
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Desperate to make this last |
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Keep us from going under |
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Won't waste all that we have |
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You called it in November |
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And it burned up in a flash |
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Burned up in a flash |
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Feel the hangover in my mind |
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But this one's a different kind |
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Losing touch of the concept of time |
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My senses are frozen |
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Losing touch with my concept of time |
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My senses are frozen |
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I'm sick of twisting the knobs, your little baby's a slob |
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I wanna love you but this house ain't built for two |
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I think I panic a lot, not really sure what I've got |
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I wanna love you but this house ain't built for two |
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I'm sick of twisting the knobs |
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(So where's my sweet love) |
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I think I've hidden from myself, but there's too many layers |
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I turn my head and cough |
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Like I'm calling the cops |
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Is there something more to you than just bible study? |
