| You come into the threshold of another starless night of fear
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| You’re running form the demons that would drag you down again
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| Illusions of the world are spinning out of time and frame and synchronicity
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| You’re so sad
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| You’re such a sad-eyed girl
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| You’re so sad in your sub-plot
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| What is this, what is this, this mess of my existence is
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| All these politics of life and death and relevance
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| It’s my existence
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| Another morning it comes running up your bedpost with the wind
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| Your face yourself just like you always do, time and time again
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| The mortal coil of image, inner peace and satisfaction
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| And so you keep it on the down-low
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| Hiding all the secrets that are down below
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| And so you keep it on the down-low
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| Tell me baby was it worth it all
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| What is this, what is this, this mess of my existence is
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| All these politics of life and death and relevance
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| It’s my existence
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| Wassup girl
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| It’s my turn
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| You cry and your eyes burn
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| What’s your life’s turn
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| Beautiful girl
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| Who all the guys yearn
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| What’s more to your story
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| You still learn
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| Despite why your eyes burn
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| Soul-Searchin'
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| I seek and find the ole merchant
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| The high beacon
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| Your eyes talk
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| When you ain’t speakin
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| And at school
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| You cry out
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| Why does water deep dry out?
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| Your getting gypped
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| Flat out
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| What is this, what is this, this mess of my existence is
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| All these politics of life and death and relevance
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| Oh just take it all, make it work and make some sense just take it all
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| You’re my existence
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| Just take all, make it work and make some sense just take it all
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| You’re my existence
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| You’re my existence |