| Reaching without reason
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| Faces made of air
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| Iron drums in the cellar
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| Are calling up the stairs
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| I return to the dirt
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| And then I rise again
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| Turn the soil over
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| Close the box I sent
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| In the van dry heaving
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| Pop your aching heart
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| Go to clear your mind out
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| Pick your life apart
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| Sobbing in the bathroom
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| As I’m walking home
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| Follow me to my apartment
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| Drag me out the door
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| Slip into the back room
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| I’m training for tonight
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| Colors of the rainbow
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| I’m running out of fight
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| I can smell your perfume
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| But I can’t hear your voice
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| Telling me to go home
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| But I don’t have the choice
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| I don’t care what you said about my frind
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| I don’t need to know if you’re struggling to breathe
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| You thrw your drink at me as I was leaning in
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| But I still asked you if you wanted to leave
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| I talk to the mirror like I’m trying to start a fight
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| And you’re not scared of anger anymore
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| And I dance in an empty house
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| Patron saint of wisdom
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| Is standing down the hall
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| My only proper instinct
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| Brings me to her altar
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| I can feel hot breath
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| Dripping from above
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| Voices like an ocean
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| Drunken and screaming
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| Tell me what you want
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| Tell me what you came for
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| Do you want to dance
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| Or did you come to hide from the dead?
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| The feeling of knowing
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| That you will never see this place again
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| Happiness is leaving
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| My hand is falling through her wrist
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| You’re not scared of my anger anymore
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| So I don’t think it’s gonna be able to work itself out
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| I don’t know what I dreamed about the other night
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| But I count time in decades now
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| Ushering me further down
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| Grabbing me and shaking me awake
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| I daydream about melting into water
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| And I feel like drowning
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| And I think in impossible fantasies
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| And I believe in whatever you think is best
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| And I’ll be sitting here the rest of the night
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| Waiting for you to call |