| Sometimes it rains inside my head
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| And the words run dry
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| Now walls of breathing hands
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| Are reaching up to touch my thigh
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| No they don’t have to take you away
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| No they don’t have to take you away
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| No they don’t have to take you away
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| No they don’t have to take you away
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| Sometimes it’s bright inside my head
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| Except at the back of my eyes
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| And hands of breathing walls
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| Are reaching up No they don’t have to take you away
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| No they don’t have to take you away
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| No they don’t have to take you away
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| No they don’t have to take you away
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| (no no no no)(don't have to take you away)
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| (backs breaking from the way) |