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Swallowed it all and feeling fine |
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Give it a little bit more time |
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Closing in on silent mind |
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Wait for the perfect sign |
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Talking end of the couch again |
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Break apart at the slightest thing |
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How can it matter where I've been |
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Doctor I'm sinking in |
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Now you know everything, you come by word or wing |
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Turn on again |
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And scrape me til I'm clean inside the sleep machine |
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Turn on again |
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Static humming in either ear |
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Voices that won't come clear |
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Remember how I got down here |
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Lights that burn, words that sear |
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I wait beneath the house for days |
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I try my hardest not to stay |
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Now you know everything, you come by word or wing |
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Turn on again |
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And scrape me til I'm clean inside the sleep machine |
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Turn on again |
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Tongue to use for counting teeth |
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Silences, however brief |
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What should bar me from relief |
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Something moving underneath |
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Oh doctor doctor please I cannot see |
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So what's it take to fix someone like me |
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Oh yes I'll stay, oh god, don't mind a thing |
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May it burn or char or drain or sting |