| So many ways, but you don’t ever see 'em coming
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| Staggering aimless on a ribbon pulled for miles
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| Too many states, to many animalistic neon blinking days
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| Blurred into shades that quote the terror of your eyes rolling in place
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| And all you really want is to see straight
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| Cut your losses love
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| There ain’t no one who understands what you’re thinking of
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| No one
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| And life is just lonely
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| Automatic, dull and marred
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| Then pulled apart so you know now that you really are
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| No one
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| And Life is just lonely
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| Now you’re not sure, whether it’s coming or just going
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| Completely unnerved, and they’re clamping fetters on your time
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| Too many plurals, too many amputated feelings you can’t reattach with words
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| So they infer, distorting meaning in your lines
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| It’s all absurd and you don’t really have any answers
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| Cut your losses love
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| There ain’t no one who understands what you’re thinking of
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| No one
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| And life is just lonely
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| Automatic, dull and marred
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| Then pulled apart and you know now that you really are
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| No one
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| And life is just lonely
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| Transient schemes, thread bare scenes, and still no wherewithal
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| Nicotine walks, nervous talks, constantly trading palms
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| Oh supply and demand
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| And yes you really are no one
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| And life is just lonely
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| Cut your losses love
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| There ain’t no one who understands what you’re thinking of
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| No one
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| And life is just lonely |