| Days with no structure and nights with bad dreams
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| When we don’t know if the door is open or closed
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| (I'll stop now, I’ll put it all away)
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| Understanding the point of you
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| It’s my own distraction, my failure of attention
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| (I'll stop now, I’ll crush it down today)
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| Never being, wishing to be
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| Never being, wishing to be
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| Always on edge
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| I write upon the edge
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| So I’m a writer on the edge
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| With a map of everywhere we’ve been
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| The script is very strong
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| It needs no revisions or intermissions
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| Just some heavy drinking to calm our own weak nerves
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| (I'll stop now, I’ll put it all away)
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| Armed with a needle, a pen and brown paper bag
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| The needle for writing, the paper to cover my face
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| (I'll stop now, I’ll shove it down today)
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| Something happens, it blurs
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| Something happens, it skips
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| Something happens, blurs, its skips, it fades
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| Blurs, its skips, it fades
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| But I’ll breathe
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| And I’ll live |