| I live in a hotel, I must keep writing
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| If I’m to be better than everyone else
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| Like figure skating, like asphyxiating
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| On your own seeping fumes, you’re just waiting
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| Living in a hotel, I’m not traveling
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| Between two points, in midair I’m levitating
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| Above the earth, beneath the sky, with eyes like static
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| In my three feet from bed to wall sleeps a genius
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| Leave me here to my devices
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| The call could come at any time
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| They’re playing love songs on the radio tonight
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| I can’t relate to that right now
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| Note to self, no one cares, your voice is average
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| In worried piles I typed for miles, you just stood there
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| I will begin, I will put right this morning terror
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| I have been kissed between the ears with human error
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| Leave me here to my devices
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| I need a word to change my life
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| I’ve tied my ankles to the table legs with wire
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| He can’t write so much as type
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| Leave me here to my devices
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| I can’t think with all this noise
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| They’re playing love songs on your radio tonight
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| I don’t get those songs on mine
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| You keep fucking up my life
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| You keep fucking up my life
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| You keep fucking up my life
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| You keep fucking up my life |