| I’m through the kitchen, through the bedroom, through the hall, through your
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| mind.
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| No reservation or creation, no animation, of any kind.
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| I call you maybe,
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| Things are getting hazy.
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| Look out the window, to the people, out of breath, out of time.
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| So close the window, close the doors, close your head, close your mind.
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| I call you maybe,
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| But you’re never home.
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| Think I’m going crazy.
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| (?) through the metal, through the city, through the grind.
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| Picking up the daisies, being lazy, being twisted, being blind.
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| I call you maybe,
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| But my head is crazy.
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| Tend/Turn to religion, and condition (air condition), and transition,
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| and rewind.
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| Lost in your body, in your head, lost in your dreams, lost in your mind.
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| I call you maybe,
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| But you’re never home,
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| You don’t like me crazy!
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| Look out your window, smell the colors, see the wind, taste the air.
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| Now I am happy, I am sad, please forgive me, I am mad!
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| I call you maybe,
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| Now I am crazy!
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| Now I am crazy! |