| My long hair it blows, in the industrial breeze.
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| My fingernails grow, down to my knees.
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| The light that’s beside me, is just laves of beans.
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| All that I know, is not what it seems.
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| Cause I’ve tried moving out,
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| But I’m tied to this floor.
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| It’s just like before.
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| It’s the red of the world, that you see with your eyes.
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| You say that you’re happy, when you’re wanting to die.
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| Oh well, it’s just like before.
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| Oh well, it runs in your veins.
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| Just like before.
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| It keeps it the same.
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| Cause I’ve tried moving out,
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| But I’m tied to this floor.
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| It’s just like before.
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| Well, the sun’s in the sky, it swings and it sways.
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| But it don’t shine on Tuesdays, and it’s cloudy all day.
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| It’s just like before.
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| Oh, when it runs in your veins.
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| It’s just like before.
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| Nothing will change.
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| Cause I’ve tried moving out,
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| But I’m tied to this floor.
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| It’s just like before. |