| Floating through the halls an inch above ground.
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| Nobody’s home and I settle to the sound.
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| Everything all at once from all times
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| In a single point for me to cast my eye.
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| I look backward and forward to all my decisions,
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| I’ve watched myself on my way to desistence.
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| I’ll eat a bag of seeds right before I die
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| In hopes that a tree grows from my spine.
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| It will sprout up from inside the box where I lay
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| & I’ll start a new life behind cemetery gates.
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| Well it wraps around my head, amends,
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| I’ve made this bed of mine.
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| I’ve seen the best and the worst
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| Cause I’ve figured out
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| That everything’s my fault and
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| No matter how hard I try I’m not satisfied.
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| Everything all at once from all times.
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| Pick me up from the floor of my room
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| I’ve been mentally fetal since I left the womb.
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| Who’d have thought that the fear would set in so soon?
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| It’s consuming me.
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| Suddenly,
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| I think about it more and more,
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| I am closer to
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| Death could be dragging his knuckles on my door
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| Any day,
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| I feel it coming on
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| How can I get myself out of this
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| Mess I’m in?
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| I need to find a way out,
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| Before I lose it completely.
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| Or has it happened already?
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| I can’t even tell anymore.
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| Death, It’s consuming me.
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| Well it wraps around my head, amends,
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| I’ve made this bed of mine.
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| I’ve seen the best and the worst
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| Cause I’ve figured out,
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| That everything’s my fault.
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| No matter how hard I try.
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| Everything all at once from all times.
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| Floating through the halls an inch above ground.
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| Nobody’s home so I’ll settle to the sound.
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| Everything all at once from all times
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| In a single point for me to cast my eye.
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| I look backward and forward to all my decisions,
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| You don’t know what it means.
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| You don’t know what it means.
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| To see what I have seen.
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| The lights are on but no one’s home,
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| & If you looked inside you’d see how empty I am again.
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| Maybe if I explained myself enough,
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| I’d make sense to more than just
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| The pillow that’s on my bed.
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| Can’t let my brain get to my head.
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| Maybe if I explained myself enough,
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| I’d make sense to more than just
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| The pillow that’s on my bed.
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| Can’t let my brain get to my head.
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| (Well it wraps around my head, amends,
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| I’ve made this bed of mine.
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| I’ve seen the best and the worst.)
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| Floating through the halls an inch above ground.
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| Nobody’s home so I’ll settle to the sound. |