| I’ve been looking for a timelord
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| To take me back to when I was a god
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| Blind saviours would recognise
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| That my faith it dissipates when my ideas collide
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| I’ve been searching for a way out
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| Find solace in this house of abuse
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| I wanna tear the comic strip strip down
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| I sleep on my feet so I can take it lying down
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| I keep tryna hitch a ride home
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| Tryna turn a trick to pay back a loan
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| Keep finding thieves in my bed
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| You know they’re only guilty when you catch them red handed
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| Peach, plum, princess pea
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| Punching holes in the galaxy
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| Day tripping hypnotist
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| Clairvoyant androgynist
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| Push me through the open door
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| Communicate in semaphore
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| Mind, bending, ending tricks
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| Every plot must have a twist
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| Promised me you’d meet me there
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| Promised me with cushioned stare
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| Promised me I could trust you
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| Glass slipper, Chinese shoe
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| Stole stolen parts to fix
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| Brick walls with broken sticks
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| Cried poor on Chapel st
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| Walked a mile in angel’s feet
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| Sardonic, caustic child
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| Truth industry bonfire
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| Blow people off my chest
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| Last breath, he must confess
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| I’ve been looking for a timelord
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| To take me back to when I was a god
|
| Blind saviours would recognise
|
| That my faith it dissipates when my ideas collide
|
| I’ve been searching for a way out
|
| Find solace in this house of abuse
|
| I wanna tear the comic strip strip down
|
| I sleep on my feet so I can take it lying down |