| When panic grips your body and your heart is a hummingbird
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| Raven thoughts blacken your mind until you’re breathing in reverse
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| All your friends and sedatives mean well but make it worse
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| Every reassurance just magnifies the doubt
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| Better find yourself a place to level out
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| Got a cricket for a conscience always looks the other way
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| A cocaine soul starts seeming like an empty cabaret
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| Hey, where have all the dancers gone? |
| Now the music doesn’t play
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| Tried to listen to the river but you couldn’t shut your mouth
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| Better take a little time to level out
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| I never thought of running
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| My feet just led the way
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| Mixed up Signals
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| Bullet Train
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| Cars are switched out in the crazy rain
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| I could meet you any place
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| If the Brakeman turns my way
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| All this automatic writing I have tried to understand
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| From a psychedelic angel who was tugging on my hand
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| It’s an infinite coincidence but it doesn’t form a plan
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| So I’m headed for New England or the Paris of the South
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| Gonna find myself somewhere to level out
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| Are your brothels full, Oh Babylon, with merry Middlemen?
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| Never peer out of their periscopes from those deep opium dens
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| All this death must need a counterweight always someone born again
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| First a mother bathes her child then the other way around
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| The Scales always find a way to level out
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| I tried to pass for nothing
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| But my dreams gave me away
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| Mixed up Signals
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| Bullet Train
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| People snuffed out in the brutal rain
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| I could live to any age
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| If the Brakeman turns my way
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| It is an old world it’s hard to remember
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| Like a dime store mystery
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| I’m a repeat first time offender
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| Who has rewritten history
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| Mixed up tea leaves
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| Phantom Pain
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| Fuzzy logic in the crazy rain
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| Getting better every day
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| If the Brakeman turns my way
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| Mixed up Signals
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| Bullet Train
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| Cars are switched out in the blinding rain
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| He’ll be smiling as he seals my fate
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| When the Brakeman turns my way |