| So, I’m leaving…
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| This Warehouse frightens me.
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| Has me tied up in knots…
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| Can’t rest for a Moment.
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| Soon, I’m going…
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| I’m slippin' slow away
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| Hoping to find something better…
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| Than I’ve got inside of here,
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| And the Warehouse slips away.
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| Hey reckless mind
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| Don’t throw away your playful beginnings
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| You and I Will fumble around in the touches and be sure to…
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| Leave all the lights on So we can see the black cat changing colors
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| And who can walk under ladders
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| And swim as the tide
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| Turns you around and around
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| Hey we have found
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| Becoming one in a million
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| Slip into the crowd
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| This question I found in the gap in the sidewalk
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| Keep all your sights on Hey, the black cat changing colors
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| And who can walk under ladders
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| And swim as the tide choose to turn you
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| And here I sit
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| Life goes on, end of tunnel, TV set
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| Spot in the middle
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| Static fade, statistical bit
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| And soon I’ll fade away, I’ll fade away
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| But this I admit taste so good
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| Hard to believe an end to it Smell touch feel
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| How could this rhythm ever quit
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| Bags packed on a plane
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| Hopefully to heaven, yeah
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| Shut up, I’m thinking
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| I had a clue now it’s gone forever
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| Sitting over these bones
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| You can read in whatever you’re needing to Keep all your sights on Yeah, man, the black cat changing colors
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| It’s not the colors that matter
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| But that they’ll all fade away
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| Life goes on, end of tunnel, TV set
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| Spot in the middle
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| Static fade, statistical bit
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| And soon I’ll fade away, I’ll fade away
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| This I admit
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| Seems so good
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| Hard to believe an end to it Warehouse is bare
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| Nothing at all inside of it The walls and halls have disappeared
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| They’ve disappeared, yeah…
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| My love I love to stay here
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| My love I love to stay here
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| My love I love to stay here
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| My love I love to stay here
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| In a corner was wondering
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| If a change could be better than this
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| And then I worry…
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| Maybe things won’t be better than they have been
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| Here in the warehouse
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| At the Warehouse
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| At the Warehouse
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| How I love to stay here
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| At the Warehouse
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| Every man and woman get alive
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| That’s our blood down there
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| Seems poured from the hands of angels
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| But trickle into the ground
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| Leaves the Warehouse bare and empty
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| And my heart’s numbered beat
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| Still echo in this empty room
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| And the fear wells in me But nothing seems enough to defend
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| So I am going away
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| I am going away
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| …to the end. |