| I’m awake, there’s no part to play
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| Drinking Drano, smoking grass, one under the pass
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| What we saw in the woods today, repeat 60 cycle delay (hey)
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| My TV says it’s all in your head so shake it out and share your bread
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| We’re not separate, waste your thoughts and waste your time
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| I live in yours and you in mine
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| (Swallow the pitch that flows from the Earth)
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| Soft spot, lightning rod, the paint is peeling
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| A million suns won’t fill you up
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| If you can’t see the wine flowing over your cup
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| Last thread, dancing dead, one more time with feeling
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| Pass the plate and you sit back down
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| And go back to your hole in the woods on the ground
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| (Wait, wait, wait a second)
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| The clock ticks but you just sit and wish you had someone to wrestle with
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| It’s small tooth touch comes around and rings your bell
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| Shows you how you thought you felt
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| Slowly floss your holy molars
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| Deader than a Donner daughter
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| I start the car with my mind
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| Fired up my fear machine, can’t help what they drove into me
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| (Swallow the pitch that flows from the earth)
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| Soft spot, lightning rod, the paint is peeling
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| A million suns won’t fill you up
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| If you can’t see the wine flowing over your cup
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| Last thread, dancing dead, one more time with feeling
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| Pass the plate and you sit back down
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| And go back to your hole in the woods on the ground
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| Soft spot, lightning rod, the paint is peeling
|
| A million suns won’t fill you up
|
| If you can’t see the wine flowing over your cup
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| Last thread, dancing dead, one more time with feeling
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| Pass the plate and you sit back down
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| And go back to your hole in the woods on the ground |