| Lately, I’ve been listening
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| To the voice inside my head
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| Sometimes whispering, sometimes screaming
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| That the world’s about to end
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| Of course I know things might
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| Just work themselves out
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| But this feeling is getting stronger
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| Am I losing my mind?
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| I need to get away from here
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| A rabbit in the headlights
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| Of a driverless car
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| And do I panic, do I give in
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| To fake-news and false-alarms?
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| Well I’m sure you’ve seen it
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| The clock reads two to twelve
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| Still we keep staring into our iPhones
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| Just like w’re walking dead
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| I have to gt away from here
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| But the worst thing is to know that
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| I don’t know what it will be
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| Whether fascists or diseases
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| Or the ever-rising sea
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| When I close my eyes
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| It’s still there, it eats my mind
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| Am I the only one who’s sane here
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| Or am I out of-
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| I have to get away from here
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| A rabbit in the headlights |