| I keep hearing a vicious rumor
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| From the backrooms, to the aisles, to the avenues
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| That you lost your sense of humor
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| And the first place you look is the soles of your shoes
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| And I watch these ice fields melt into the sea
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| Warming you’re oceans to centuries
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| Will your saline waters bring you back to me?
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| All the weight is bringing me to my knees
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| Chemical switches thrown in the dark
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| All it takes is a spark to begin
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| And can you tell which is a one with a mark?
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| Bleeds through the clothes to the skin
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| Too long I keep searching the aisles and avenues
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| But it seems I’m doing it wrong
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| For I’ve seen neither hide nor hair of you
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| And it’s a short short walk from pebbles to bricks
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| From stones back to sticks
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| We’re lowering the boiling point
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| And as time goes back it’s harder to fix
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| It’s a volatile mix, like hydrogen and oxygen
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| Chemical switches thrown in the dark
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| All it takes is a spark to begin |