| You’d kill yourself wouldn’t you
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| You’d kill yourself wouldn’t you
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| You’d put yourself in pieces if you
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| Felt someone could use your pieces
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| Wouldn’t you
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| You’d do it hardly thinking
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| Go for random cuts relieving
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| How you wanted badly to be an airplane
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| To take us to your air space
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| The only place
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| Where you can stop the shaking
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| You’ve got all the gasoline
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| One could ever ever need
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| Say tell that to the one who
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| Tell that to yourself- you
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| Illustrate your grave disorder
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| Walking holes into the floor
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| Tracking drags your fingers alligned
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| Along those locked wide open doors
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| Say it to yourself
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| No one’s gonna do it for you
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| So shouldn’t you
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| You’ve got it all blacklined
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| In measured time a stencil mind
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| Unveils the sleeping motor
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| Dreaming on while your shoulders sink
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| Oh no wonder
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| You sleep on edge like maybe
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| If they want me they can take me
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| But they’re gonna have to drag my feet
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| From the drain |