| There’s a bottomless pit that we’ve been climbing from
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| Just to get on level ground
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| Shake your seasick legs around
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| Dead of winter in a logo town
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| Signs of life are soft and flickering
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| Need a bed to lay my body down
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| Dead weight to carry down
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| Some static is lulling me to sleep
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| Hang your clothes on a chain link fence
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| In a junkyard say Amen
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| Your mouth is full of wordless hymns
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| And run-on sentences
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| And they’re helpless and forgetting
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| In the background holding nothing
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| And they’re youthless and pretending
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| With their bare hands holding nothing
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| There’s a million horses dragging down a monolith
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| With these trademarks so bereaved
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| Tied my leg to a barricade
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| With a plastic hand grenade
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| They tried to turn emotion into noise
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| Need a teleprompter for my life
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| Need a pipeline to the night
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| My body can’t get no relief
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| And this life it goes by fast
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| You’re treading water in the past
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| Trying to re-animate something that you can’t understand |