| You’ve got me lying on the ceiling
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| My world’s turned upside down
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| I’m unaccustomed to this feeling
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| Better let me loose right now
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| Get away from the back of my brain and the front of my heart
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| Get away and the pit of my pain is an alien part
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| Any day with a diligent turn of convenient lies
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| You’ll go, I’ll stay, it’ll be better that way
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| I’m hanging limp like a weasel
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| Which hunts the fine sight of your flesh
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| You’ll have to walk around
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| With my body hanging down
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| Or tumble down the stairs
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| Meet me at the bottom
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| Get away from the back of the brain and the front of my heart
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| Get away and the pit of my pain is an alien part
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| Any day with a diligent turn of convenient lies
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| You’ll go, I’ll stay, it’ll be better that way
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| A big attack is better for me, you’ll turn it around
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| Feel like a fish washed out of the sea, it’s tough to breathe
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| You’ll throw me back and if you wish I’ll disappear
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| You’ll feel much better in time, time for me to go
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| My fingers cold on the window
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| I see you walking out, pressed to the pane
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| Get away from the back of my brain and the front of my heart
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| Get away and the pit of my pain is an alien part
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| Every day with a diligent turn of convenient lies
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| You’ll go, I’ll stay, it’ll be better that way |