| I’ve got a lot to talk about
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| My disdain for the Pacific threw my name into distant mouths
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| The heart is heavy when the words are weighing you down
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| I’m so fucking far down
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| Crosscheck, let the turbines shake the overheads
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| It took fifteen hours and a missed connection
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| Overwhelmed and I’m overstepping bounds
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| I’ve had a lot to think about
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| The questions linger but I’m too scared to speak out
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| Like what could you possibly see in a failure like me?
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| Make no mistake, the winds have changed
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| And I’ll be catching the resulting tidal waves
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| On an empty slate to the landlocked states
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| Crosscheck, let the turbines shake the overheads
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| It took fifteen hours and a missed connection
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| Overwhelmed and I’m overstepping bounds
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| And if you’re picking up on the misdirection
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| Keep the status quo with an ear against the ground
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| And if you let me stay I’ll keep out of your way
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| I’ll be the empty canvas if you be the paint
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| And if you let me stay I’ll keep out of your way
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| My space is yours to occupate |