| Lean my forehead against the window glass, it bends the lights that drip inside
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| Spent days roaming room to room with instincts unapplied
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| September’s here and we, we ain’t been ourselves lately
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| The old me liked the old you
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| I’d know from around the corner
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| When no one’s there, it’s panic and disorder
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| Clock hands creeping by
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| Why am I always surprised the dish cracked and dried?
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| I wait for the door to unlock
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| Clawing walls and gnawing on the sheet rock
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| Sifting through wreckage for some scraps thrown before the world collapsed
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| I’m winding up, still I’m more unwrapped, if something snaps
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| Just a walk through Logan Park could save us all, we’d hear some natural sound
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| I’d stretch out and feel the grass beneath, not artificial ground
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| But you’ve had plans lately, when you hit the floor maybe
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| Scream if you can see me, scream if you
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| I’d know from around the corner
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| When no one’s there, it’s panic and disorder
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| Clock hands creeping by
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| Why am I always surprised the dish cracked and dried?
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| I wait for the door to unlock
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| Clawing walls and gnawing on the sheet rock
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| Sifting through wreckage for some scraps thrown before the world collapsed
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| I’m winding up, still I’m more unwrapped, if something snaps
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| Treating creatures like machines
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| But we can’t be controlled all the time, no, resistance breeds
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| And if we don’t get what we need
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| Get bent and bowed, tick, explode
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| I’d know from around the corner
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| When no one’s there, it’s panic and disorder
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| Clock hands creeping by
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| Why am I always surprised the dish cracked and dried?
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| I wait for the door to unlock
|
| Clawing walls and gnawing on the sheet rock
|
| Sifting through wreckage for some scraps thrown before the world collapsed
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| I’m winding up, still I’m more unwrapped, if something snaps |