| I must befriend a storm.
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| Panic when there’s too little,
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| Panic when there’s too much to be done.
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| The middle ground it bores me.
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| How to turn destruction into creation
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| It’s a question I find myself asking.
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| I never have the answers so we end up walking into rage.
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| Why would you want to stay here?
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| Isn’t it lonely inside?!
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| Your head must be your home.
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| Not to excuse myself but.
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| You have people right in front of you denying your very presence like that then
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| see if you don’t doubt whether you exist.
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| A demonstration of perpetual motion,
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| It’s easy to strive for perfection
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| When you are never bored.
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| Why would you want to stay here?
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| Isn’t it lonely inside?
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| Your head must be your home.
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| What are you waiting for?
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| You must be broken inside,
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| Your head can’t stay your home.
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| What planet are you residing?
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| You must be broken inside.
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| Your head can’t stay your home.
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| Why would you want to stay here?
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| Isn’t it lonely inside?
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| Your head must be your home.
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| What are you waiting for?
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| You must be broken inside,
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| Your head can’t stay your home. |