| Each day i ride my bike to the hospital
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| Walk around check vital signs
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| And pretend to be useful
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| Sometimes though I really don’t know
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| What I’m doing here
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| My father says it’s atonement for my reckless years
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| That the antagonist in that book
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| For that class that I once took
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| I’ve been desensitized to the human body
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| That I could look at you naked
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| And all I’d see would be anatomy
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| You’re just bones and insecurity
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| Flesh and electricity to me
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| Each night I try to find that feeling in my bed
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| The two dimensional happiness
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| When you live your life in a camera lens
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| People stick together and they pull themselves apart
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| Dehydration, seperation, like the chambers of my heart
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| Then the weight fell off like clothes
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| Never knowing where it goes
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| I’ve been desensitized to the human body
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| That I could look at you naked
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| And all I’d see would be anatomy
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| You’re just bones and insecurity
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| Flesh and electricity to me
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| Tear labels off your bottles in a living room
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| Feeling nothing
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| Wanting nothing
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| Because that part of me left with you
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| Now i plan my day around the 8 and 12 medication rounds
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| There are no shocks or surprises
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| No, it’s nothing like that
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| Coz I’ve been desensitized to the human body
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| That I could look at you naked
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| And all I’d see would be anatomy
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| You’re just bones and insecurity
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| Flesh and electricity like me |