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Settling in my body |
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And the body settles into the bed |
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And then the bed settles into the grit familiar |
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Of the damages we put it |
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I need drive |
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Otherwise I might dance in the traffic |
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I'll take two quick shots of the system crystals |
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A medicine if you have it |
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Do you have it? |
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I'm in a settled place sometimes |
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Where I can't stop touching my face |
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It's probably just a miracle approaching me |
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That smoke will erase |
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What am I selling today? |
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I can't track the kickback |
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I want my bucket of tricks back |
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'Cause without it I just cannot relax |
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Can someone please call the police? |
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I can't compete with your damages |
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I cannot collect, I cannot collect |
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I cannot collect |
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Can someone please call the police? |
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I'm falling out of my seat |
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I'm getting nothing, I'm going nowhere |
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I cannot collect, I cannot collect |
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Betsy is out crazy |
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Why do we fall so easily? |
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It's like a deep sheet haunting the room |
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Matching the walls of the waiting room |
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I like how you can sleep anywhere |
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I like the lines you throw me |
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I like the way you lie |
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Ad how you kiss me like you know me |
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Sound the alarms and call the horns |
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I don't see the harm in charming damages |
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I cannot collect, I cannot collect |
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I cannot collect |
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Someone please call the police |
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I can't repeat all these damages |
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I cannot collect, I cannot collect |
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Someone please call the police |
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I'm falling out of my seat |
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I'm getting nothing, I'm going nowhere |
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I cannot collect, I just cannot collect |