| Cold coffee
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| Drive slow
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| Watch the houses disappear row by row
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| Head hurts
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| Sweatshirts
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| Eyes to the ground; |
| a town of introverts
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| Cold sweat
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| Get sold
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| Want the serotonin to come home
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| Wake up, no luck
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| Telling time by lines of beer in my cup
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| Take away all my fun
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| You know you can tie a noose around my tongue
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| You’re mad at the wheel driving
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| My mind is drunk
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| The focus is gone
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| Claustrophobia
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| The walls are slowly closing in
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| This town has a hold of us
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| The closet’s heavy at my skin
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| Now my conscience is leaving
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| The words are for speaking
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| There’s no one to speak them to
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| Claustrophobia
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| The walls are slowly closing in
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| Matchbox, padlocks
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| In the shopping bag 'cross the parking lot
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| Small clouds, leave mouth
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| See the shadow stretching till the light runs out
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| Take away all my fun
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| You know you can tie a noose around my tongue
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| You’re mad at the wheel driving
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| My mind is drunk
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| The focus is gone
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| The focus is gone
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| Claustrophobia
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| The walls are slowly closing in
|
| This town has a hold of us
|
| The closet’s heavy at my skin
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| Now my conscious is leaving
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| The words are for speaking
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| There’s no one to speak them to
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| Claustrophobia
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| The walls are slowly closing in
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| I always hoped that you could just stay dead
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| Radioactive in your crown of lead
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| Deep underneath the pillars of this bed
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| Yeah I always hoped that you would just stay dead
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| Claustrophobia
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| The walls are slowly closing in
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| This town has a hold of us
|
| The closet’s heavy at my skin
|
| Now my conscious is leaving
|
| The words are for speaking
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| There’s no one to speak them to
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| Claustrophobia
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| The walls are slowly closing in |