| We’re not so different, you know
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| Just one or two chromosomes slipped backward makes us bastards
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| Admit we’re worms in the earth, so swallow, pass out that dirt
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| They need us — walking on the path created by our mouths, our guts
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| Not once, but always
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| Treated like a clown, like rust cleaned up
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| We’re trash this time
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| We’re just a waste of a life — why bother even trying?
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| Our pupils pointed inside our skulls
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| Prefer just to sigh-igh away like our conversations
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| Sigh away from obliteration
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| Fly away from the radio station — it’s all just useless information
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| You and me’s all that we’ve got
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| A pair of demons, we rot in pieces
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| If we’re found out: ironed creases, dust swept beneath royal rug
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| We’ve dug ourselves deep enough
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| So fingers crossed it passes
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| Worst case it’s death, so listen: that sound out loud, that thunder
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| Delay is so misleading
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| Eyes open, no more sleeping
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| We’re just a waste of a life — Why bother even trying?
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| Our pupils pointed inside our skulls
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| Prefer just to sigh-igh away like our conversations
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| Sigh away from obliteration
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| Fly away from the radio station, it’s all just useless information
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| We’re the problem anybody’d argue
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| Hear the sobbing coming from the bathroom?
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| Clear your throat, start dabbing all your tears
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| You hear the sirens coming
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| The horizon’s dark, we’ll keep each other on the line
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| Say bye, we’ll sigh in the morning when the sun’s up
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| We’re the problem, you’ll see it if you look
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| Don’t hide your eyes — doesn’t matter in the darkness
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| We’re just a waste of a life — why bother even trying?
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| Our pupils pointed inside our skulls
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| Prefer just to sigh-igh away like our conversations
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| Sigh away from obliteration
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| Fly away from the radio station
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| It’s all just useless information
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| Just useless information
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| Just useless information |