| Settling in my body
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| And the body settles into the bed
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| And then the bed settles into the grit familiar
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| Of the damages we put it
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| I need drive
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| Otherwise I might dance in the traffic
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| I’ll take two quick shots of the system crystals
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| A medicine if you have it
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| Do you have it?
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| I’m in a settled place sometimes
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| Where I can’t stop touching my face
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| It’s probably just a miracle approaching me
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| That smoke will erase
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| What am I selling today?
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| I can’t track the kickback
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| I want my bucket of tricks back
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| 'Cause without it I just cannot relax
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| Can someone please call the police?
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| I can’t compete with your damages
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| I cannot collect, I cannot collect
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| I cannot collect
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| Can someone please call the police?
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| I’m falling out of my seat
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| I’m getting nothing, I’m going nowhere
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| I cannot collect, I cannot collect
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| Betsy is out crazy
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| Why do we fall so easily?
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| It’s like a deep sheet haunting the room
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| Matching the walls of the waiting room
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| I like how you can sleep anywhere
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| I like the lines you throw me
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| I like the way you lie
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| Ad how you kiss me like you know me
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| Sound the alarms and call the horns
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| I don’t see the harm in charming damages
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| I cannot collect, I cannot collect
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| I cannot collect
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| Someone please call the police
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| I can’t repeat all these damages
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| I cannot collect, I cannot collect
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| Someone please call the police
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| I’m falling out of my seat
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| I’m getting nothing, I’m going nowhere
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| I cannot collect, I just cannot collect |