| Kuala Lumpur, away from the world
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| Away from the girl, you met on the wall
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| Of the museum, you swore she knew your deal
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| Kuala Lumpur, get safe for a spell
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| There’s no one to tell, how you’re shrinking and small
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| And wasting your freedom, examining how you feel
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| If it’s so funny then why don’t you laugh
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| Your «if onlys» and «imagine that’s»
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| Invented rivalries, embittered halves
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| No one’s waitin' on you to fix it now
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| Your fantasy spreads, pushed pins through a map
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| Or dropped in an app, you ask «can a curse, have a radius clause
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| Someplace it just can’t reach?»
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| Kuala Lumpur, or maybe Eugene, or Albuquerque
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| 'Cause here hasn’t worked, you’re losing and lost
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| And haunted by your newsfeed:
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| Mar-a-Lago and their coffee talk
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| Chocolate cake and 60 tomahawks
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| You turned them on so much, you turned it off
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| No more waitin' on them to fix it now
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| If it’s so funny then why don’t you laugh
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| Your «if onlys» and «imagine that’s»
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| Embedded rivalries, cemented casts
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| aristocrats
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| It spiked the bloodstream once it hit the air
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| nihilistic, nothing spared
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| What good’s escaping if it’s everywhere?
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| Better figure out how to fix it
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| Better figure out how to fix it now
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| Kuala Lumpur, dissolve in the spell, there’s nothin' to tell |