| Zero, where you been?
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| I been wrapped up in red roses
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| Dripping virtue from my lips
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| Zero, where you been?
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| Are you breathin' through the sutures
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| Count my likes and skip my sins
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| Hello, from the fence
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| I been driving 'round in circles, I just end where I begin
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| Zero, is it bliss?
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| Got no signal, got no service, but you’re still under my skin
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| I daydream of disappearing, close my eyes and drive the coast
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| Up the curve of California, I don’t stop until I’m lost
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| Some days I believe, I believe in something
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| Some days I believe, I believe in nothing
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| You could say I won the lotto, that shit makes you fucking hollow
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| So I’m back at zero
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| Zero, where you been?
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| I been tracing back my footsteps
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| I forgot how good it felt to be a floating piece of ash between the future and
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| my past
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| Zero, are you here?
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| Something sacred in this wasteland
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| Whisper in the atmosphere
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| I daydream of disappearing, close my eyes and drive the coast
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| Up the curve of California, I don’t stop until I’m lost
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| Some days I believe, I believe in something
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| Some days I believe, I believe in nothing
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| You could say I won the lotto, that shit makes you fucking hollow
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| So I’m back at zero
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| I-i-i'm back at zero |