| If we could only be in different places
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| Among the same faces we can’t forget
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| In debt to the very distinction of love and hate
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| They’re both in our hearts, we choose an imbalance
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| Oh, the thought, we are the flaws that make us
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| That must be why I’m suffering
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| What’s the right word for this?
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| Ashamed? |
| No, horrified
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| It’s an action, delayed reaction
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| I’ve got taxes and bills to pay
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| Something’s flapping its wings at me
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| Someone’s clapping, I guess we’re on TV
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| Stop now you’ve ruined it all
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| Stop now you’ve obtained it all
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| Stop now you’ve ruined it all
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| Stop now you’ve obtained it all
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| Stop now you’ve ruined it all
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| Stop now you’ve obtained it all
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| Stop now, stop now
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| Stop now, stop now
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| Stop now, stop now
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| Stop now, stop now
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| Stop now, stop now
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| (Indefinitely)
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| Moving in the right direction
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| I’m waiting to see if it comes to me
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| Or if it’s tied to a safe that just hit the sea floor
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| Maybe I’ll sleep, maybe I’ll sleep through a century
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| I’m waiting to see if it comes to me
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| Or if it’s tied to a safe that just hit the sea floor
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| What was going through my head?
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| Head
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| Press the pressure point on my neck
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| My head will snap off and roll into the secret passage
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| We built for escorting the rapist to the victim
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| Did you manage your time? |
| Do you know how I do?
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| Downpour, downpour, downpour, downpour
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| Oh, the boredom involved in patience
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| And so I’ll make a fist and rip the threads we’ve sewn
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| Since it’s come to this, it feels like nobody’s home
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| So my cover’s blown, rip open the threads we’ve sewn
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| And so I’ll make a fist and rip the threads we’ve sewn
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| Since it’s come to this, it feels like nobody’s home
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| So my cover’s blown, rip open the threads we’ve sewn
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| And I won’t forget what it means |