| There are no wires connecting your heart
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| To you head and your hands
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| So where should you start?
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| There are no satellites guiding you home
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| So careful as you tread
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| In this carnival of souls
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| Don’t let your blood run cold
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| This is not a city that likes to forgive
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| This is the place where cold hearts live
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| Feeding off your friends and hang out late
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| Everybody wants it, but nobody waits
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| Don’t let your blood run cold
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| I’m turning into a reptile
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| Sitting alone on park bench
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| Just like a reptile
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| Closer than I’ve ever dreamt
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| Reptile
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| I am not afraid of losing my mind
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| As long as it happens a day at a time
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| My skin will grow thick my eyes will grow bright
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| And my face will grow long
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| It’s a terrible sight
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| Don’t let your blood run cold
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| They say I’m just like a reptile
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| Sitting alone on a park bench
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| Just like a reptile
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| Closer than I have dreamt
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| See me sitting alone
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| Taking the sun
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| Out on the bench
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| So I’m turning into a reptile
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| Closer than I’ve ever dreamt
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| Reptile
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| So don’t let the coast fall in
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| When it gets a little alone
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| And don’t let your blood run cold
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| I’m turning into a reptile
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| Sitting alone on park bench
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| Just like a reptile
|
| Closer than I’ve ever dreamt
|
| Reptile
|
| Sitting alone on park bench
|
| Just like a reptile
|
| Closer than I’ve ever dreamt
|
| See me sitting alone
|
| Taking the sun
|
| Out on the bench
|
| So I’m turning into a reptile
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| Closer than I’ve ever dreamt
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| Reptile
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| Just like a reptile |