| I’ve got a painters eye
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| And a skilled musicians ears
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| And I’m silent — in 7 languages
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| And I’ve got all my family’s fears…
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| What lives inside you?
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| Yeah, what stuffs your skin?
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| — Someone elses memory.
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| How come I never hear what I wanna hear
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| How come I never see what I wanna see…
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| The choice is small If there’s choice at all
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| But I’m holding on as if I’m going to fall
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| Now I know how it feels
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| — To be ragged and wild
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| -- Whipped like a stepchild
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| Feel the soulbender
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| Fear’s knocking at your skin
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| Feel the soulbender
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| Just to see if any soul is in.
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| Whether one want them to or not
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| So far between a while well spent
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| And the time spent keepin' up…
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| Make one devoted
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| And settle like a bird
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| Forgive and try not to hurt
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| Don’t take your garbage
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| — Anywhere but out.
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| Before the pup in your heart
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| — Becomes a dog in your mind
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| And it’s licking my brains…
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| Sucking reason out
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| It will be cooking my head
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| With the lid on tight
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| You know how it feels:
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| — 'Till I’m ragged and wild
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| Whipped like a stepchild
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| Feel the soulbender — Fear’s knocking at your skin
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| Feel the soulbender — Just to see if any soul is in.
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| Feel the soulbender — Fear’s knocking at your skin
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| Feel the soulbender — Bend you — Break you.
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| With empty eyes; |
| Blank, like two wet stones
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| In search for a home; |
| In search for a soul
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| Handed down on the family network
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| Learning how it works… — To be a jerk.
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| Feel the soulbender… |