| A fine jumping off point
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| Alone in the desert
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| Barking at mirrors again
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| Once thought you a habit
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| Religious or not
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| It seems pretty clear you’ve been made
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| Watch you in action
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| You were the smart one
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| Me, I’m an archive of fear
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| Space on a shelf
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| With pages unworn
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| And I’m sitting closer to you every year
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| I feel above it
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| Swim in your privilege
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| I found you’re the one that I love
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| And then I sink
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| Beautiful people they die just like you every year
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| I wonder where you come from
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| I’m so anxious you’re just numb
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| I could wait here
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| I’ll just wait here
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| You’re my jumping off point
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| Alone in the desert
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| Biting my nails til they bleed
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| Once found in a habit
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| All that I learned
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| I can quit anything I don’t drink
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| Look for you at my station
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| You were the smartest
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| And I haven’t archived each year
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| Space on that shelf
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| And the pages untouched
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| And I’m sitting closer to you every year
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| I feel beneath it
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| Swim in your privilege
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| I find you’re the one that I love
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| And then I think
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| Beautiful people they die just like you every week
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| I wonder where you come from
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| I’m so anxious you’re just numb
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| I could wait here
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| I’ll just wait here
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| If they don’t have much to say
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| At least they should know your name
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| An awkward moment’s scar
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| At best they can know where you are
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| Still I wonder where you come from
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| I’m so anxious you’re just calm
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| I could wait here
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| I’ll just wait here
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| Not much left to say
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| If anything the least they can do is know your name
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| It’s awkward enough at the start
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| At best they can know where we are |