| Radio silence, under my eyelids
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| Moment of violence, my heart is where I hide it
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| I need a punchline, I need a drip line
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| I need a new mind
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| So when it don’t feel like I’m in my skin
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| Can’t even remember where the hell I’ve been
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| 'Cause I’m runnin' around, lookin' for oxygen
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| Starin' at green lights, starin' at red
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| I jump right out of my head
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| I jump right out of my head
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| I hit the fast lane, dead end of my brain
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| I gotta wreck it and get out of my bad days
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| Lonely little town
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| Traffic slowin' down
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| So when it don’t feel like I’m in my skin
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| Can’t ven remembr where the hell I’ve been
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| 'Cause I’m runnin' around, lookin' for oxygen
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| Starin' at green lights, starin' at red
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| I jump right out of my head
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| I jump right out of my head
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| Radio silence, under my eyelids
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| Moment of cryin', my heart is where I hide it
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| I need a punchline, I need a drip line
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| I need a new mind
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| So when it don’t feel like I’m in my skin
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| Can’t even remember where the hell I’ve been
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| Runnin' around, lookin' for oxygen
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| Starin' at green lights, starin' at red
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| I jump right out of my head (Eh-oh)
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| I jump right out of my head (Eh-oh, eh)
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| I jump right out of my head
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| I jump right out of my head
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| I jump right out of my head |