| There is only ever temporary release
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| From the ever present, growing, feverous heat
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| From the never ending dull weakness
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| That comes from
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| A deep need for sleep
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| And trying to find a place within a framework that says
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| Teach your sons to be aggressive, daughters to give in
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| And a real man never backs down
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| He keeps his fears close to his chest
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| I follow the wash of electrical warmth
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| Down through the silence that falls
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| The curve in the flow of the smoke
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| I follow it home
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| Go
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| Go find your feet
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| Before the rush of youth evaporates
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| And vapour seeps into your hips and knees
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| Reminds you that you spent your whole life trying but
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| Couldn’t outrun defeat
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| Everybody’s so fucking perfect
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| Your only ever high
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| The only time you seem to crack a smile but when
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| First impressions count do you want
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| A flash of crooked teeth to count you out?
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| I follow the wash of electrical warmth
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| Down through the silence that falls
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| The curve in the flow of the smoke
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| I follow it home
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| And leave behind a world that never seems to make much sense
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| Sink into the only place that ever quells the static
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| In my head
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| Between the drip at the back of my throat
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| And the curve in the flow of the smoke
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| Found a home |