| I got a sweet tooth sunk in a soft spot
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| That busts my jaw loose and makes my mouth rot
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| I caught a bad break, the same one you caught
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| That turned your hair white and choked your breath off
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| I’m buried by the buzz of a year gone numb
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| I found gossip in the ivy that’s been swallowing my house
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| And I found bones in the foundation that I’m just picking out now
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| So, I’m buried by the buzz of a year gone numb
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| I got a fistful of shattered seashells
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| That scream like soldiers stuck down an oil well
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| I saw a bad sign lit up like Broadway
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| And I watched my head spin
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| And I heard my voice shake
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| «I'm buried by the buzz of a year gone numb.»
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| I found trouble in the ghost town that I’ve been building with my hands
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| But I found comfort in the snowstorm that I’ve been piling on my past
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| So, I’m buried by the buzz of a year gone numb
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| I’m buried by the buzz of a year gone numb
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| I see symptoms of a sickness in every stranger on the street
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| And I see danger in the distances speeding straight for you and me
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| So, I’m buried by the buzz of a year gone numb |