| I’m folding down the corner of the page in this page turner
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| Keep my place at the table, I won’t be long
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| A lucid dream awakes
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| Technicolor dancing flames
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| Above the tower of bad behavior
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| I am gone
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| Blood shot disenfranchised souls
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| Coming back to what we know
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| We realize we need a proper home
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| There’s no good explanation
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| For the road that I have taken
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| I used to want to fly but now I don’t
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| Suck the neck until it dies
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| The evening takes another life
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| Awaking boxes buried by the road
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| And I don’t care to see the way
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| I’m not aligned
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| Though I’m nearly satisfied, oh
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| And I can’t wait to end the day most the time
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| If the curtain dropped tomorrow, I wouldn’t mind
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| And I don’t care to see the way
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| I’m not aligned
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| Though I’m nearly satisfied, oh
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| Blood shot disenfranchised souls
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| Coming back to what we know
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| We realize we just need a proper home
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| Smoke fair teeth and yellow gold
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| We all know where the old piss goes
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| I realize I’ve acquired a proper home |