| You’re taking up lots of space
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| Your shit is everywhere
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| Your breath is all up in my face
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| Your hands are swarming in the air
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| You’re the first one out the car and then
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| You’re the loudest one in the bar
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| Tell me, is there something wrong, girlfriend?
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| What’s with this new version of who you are?
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| So she lifts her chin and squints at me
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| To assess what I think I know
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| She says, my heart has some dangerous neighborhoods
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| So beware where you try to go
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| They say that the truth will set you free
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| But then so will a lie
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| It depends if you’re trying to get to the promised land
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| Or you’re just trying to get by
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| What is a camera but a box of light?
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| What is a guitar but a box of sound?
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| You think I don’t understand
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| But I think I might
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| What it is to harness the emptiness
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| And just ride it around
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| And maybe your chest is an empty shell
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| With ribs of spiraling coral
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| Where a perfect pearl of sadness resides
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| But if you ever need an ear
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| I could just come and press it here
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| Listen to the sound of the ocean inside |