| The cave of your cranium
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| It echoes, echoes, echoes like an asylum
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| You behave like you’re not one of them
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| But it only goes to show how hard it is to pretend
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| I’ll only stop to chat if no one’s listening
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| You don’t always have to fill the cup you’re pissing in
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| Wide-eyed closet lunatic
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| Looking for a quick and easy fix
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| Just dying to exist
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| As a closet lunatic
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| You’re wasting your pale complexion
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| You’re dressed up in debt for the show
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| Snug and bundled up against the cold
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| A loony tune tamed by those wild speculations
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| The pest’s out and on patrol, fit and armed to the teeth to defend
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| I keep my thoughts in my pocket cause
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| Seven out of eight, they disintegrate
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| When you measure them up they’re not worth their weight
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| And every time I contemplate
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| It’s of no use, it’s of no use
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| I’m a closet lunatic
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| Looking for a quick and easy fix
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| Just dying to exist
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| As a closet lunatic
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| Underneath your goodie two shoes is a dirty pair of socks
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| That you’re never gonna wash, no
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| You never could quite bite the bullet
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| You just sink into your bed with a belly full of lead woes
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| Underneath your goodie two shoes is a dirty pair of socks
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| That you’re never gonna wash, no
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| You never could quite bite the bullet
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| You just sink into your bed with a belly full of lead woes
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| Underneath your goodie two shoes is a dirty pair of socks
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| That you’re never gonna wash, no
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| You never could quite bite the bullet
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| You just sink into your bed with a belly full of lead woes |