| Back to sloth and sleeping binges
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| Self-defeating outburst cringes
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| Thoughts get rusty, creaky hinges
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| Lost that box of clean syringes
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| Stuck to the ceiling, I’m in view
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| Can’t shake the notion I’m becoming you
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| The look from above, same as below
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| Sign up for high, free dose of low
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| The Jig is up, I’m the one, manipulate the ones I love
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| Light my path, reveal the beacon, where’s my balance?
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| Can’t stop thinking, can’t stop thinking, can’t stop thinking
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| Stop
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| I wear my soul on my sleeve at night
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| (Searching for substance)
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| I lose control of my autonomic mind
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| (Waiting for the impulse)
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| And I saw the rage burning in your eyes
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| (Your thoughts intangible)
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| Follow me down, we’ll get paralyzed
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| (Around the winding road)
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| Hang on, hang on
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| Don’t lose composure now
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| Hang on, hang on
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| Feed into the miracle
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| Don’t be fucking cynical
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| Hang on, hang on
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| Don’t lose composure now
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| Hang on, hang on
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| Girl, don’t be so difficult
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| Come here, let’s get physical
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| Sinus pressure, getting older
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| I like weight upon my shoulders
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| Here I live, inside this CD
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| Tell your friends he’s super creepy
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| Weirded out a simple human
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| Confused by words, arrange and move them
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| Into spaces, apparent meaning
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| Eat this song, your ears are greedy
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| Cut out this conversation, desperation
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| Now, losing admiration, holding onto accidents
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| (I can turn it off again, I can smile on a whim)
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| What have I done, what have I done?
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| (I can make believe in him, the function in the algorithm)
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| That calls for your attention?
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| (I can turn it off again, I can smile on a whim)
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| What have I done, what have I done?
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| (I can make believe in him, the function in the algorithm)
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| That keeps you hanging on?
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| I wear my soul on my sleeve at night
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| (Searching for substance)
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| I lose control of my autonomic mind
|
| (Waiting for the impulse)
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| And I saw the rage burning in your eyes
|
| (Your thoughts intangible)
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| Follow me down, we’ll get paralyzed
|
| (Around the winding road)
|
| Hang on, hang on
|
| Don’t lose composure now
|
| Hang on, hang on
|
| Feed into the miracle
|
| Don’t be fucking cynical
|
| Hang on, hang on
|
| Don’t lose composure now
|
| Hang on, hang on
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| Girl, don’t be so difficult
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| Come here, let’s get physical |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Robot With Human Hair Pt. 4 (Tree City Sessions) , by - Dance Gavin Dance. Song from the album Tree City Sessions, in the genre Пост-хардкор