| In a vacuum like a plane at night
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| Nothing there except a flashing light
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| Hands are clammy but the air is dry
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| Couldn’t we leave it for another time?
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| My out of shape is bent
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| I never go to bed
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| Is everything so tense?
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| Inside a house, pay rent
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| Like something else I said
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| Could change it up instead
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| Of some other thing I was wondering
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| Crank the roll to take a little piece
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| Chew it down to muffle out the heat
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| Must be something deep inside of me
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| Something nobody will ever see
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| My out of shape is bent
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| I never go to bed
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| Is everything so tense?
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| Inside a house, pay rent
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| Like something else I said
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| Could change it up instead
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| Of some other thing I was wondering |