| Swallowed it all and feeling fine
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| Give it a little bit more time
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| Closing in on silent mind
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| Wait for the perfect sign
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| Talking end of the couch again
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| Break apart at the slightest thing
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| How can it matter where I’ve been
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| Doctor I’m sinking in
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| Now you know everything, you come by word or wing
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| Turn on again
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| And scrape me til I’m clean inside the sleep machine
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| Turn on again
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| Static humming in either ear
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| Voices that won’t come clear
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| Remember how I got down here
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| Lights that burn, words that sear
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| I wait beneath the house for days
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| I try my hardest not to stay
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| Now you know everything, you come by word or wing
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| Turn on again
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| And scrape me til I’m clean inside the sleep machine
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| Turn on again
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| Tongue to use for counting teeth
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| Silences, however brief
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| What should bar me from relief
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| Something moving underneath
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| Oh doctor doctor please I cannot see
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| So what’s it take to fix someone like me
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| Oh yes I’ll stay, oh god, don’t mind a thing
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| May it burn or char or drain or sting |