| 'Neath an avalanche — soft as moss
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| I’m a creeping and intangible sense of loss
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| I’m the memory you can’t get out your head
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| If I leave you now
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| You’ll wish you were somewhere else instead
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| I’m the manta ray — I’m the louse
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| I am a photograph they found in your burned out house
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| I’m the sound of money washing down the drain
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| I am the pack of lies baby that keeps you sane
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| Gates of Heaven are open wide
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| God help me, baby I’m trapped inside
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| Feel like I’m buried alive
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| I’m, I’m the bottom line — of the joke
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| I am an ecstasy — spilling like bright egg yolk
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| I’m the thoughts you’re too ashamed to ever share
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| And I am the smell of it — you’re trying to wash out of you hair
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| Gates of Heaven are open wide
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| God help me, baby I’m lost inside
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| Feel like I’m buried alive
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| Possibilities limitless
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| Just give me something that’s more than this
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| One shot and I’ll never miss
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| Yes
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| I’m the babe that sleeps through the blitz
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| I am a sudden and quite unexpected twist
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| I am your one true love who sleeps with someone else
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| I am your nemesis
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| Baby, I’m life sweet life itself
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| Yeah yeah yeah |