| So long, subtle alien vibes
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| Think I’ve been making progress in microscopic strides
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| So don’t ask, 'cause I never could tell
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| All I need is four walls to make it my own hell
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| Hell yeah, so what?
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| Watch an optimist drink half-empty cups
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| Well I’ll grow, we’ll see
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| If there’s something good in me
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| My eyes lit up when I saw it
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| A way out of looking for everything I wanted
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| My eyes lit up when I saw it
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| The view from where you sit
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| And apathy, I was in love with it
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| So long, narrow hollowing road
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| Thinking I’m turning back, it’s the only way I knew
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| And it shows for so long
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| Turning half rights into full-on wrongs
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| Oh fuck, I’m gone
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| Another 4 AM song
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| My eyes lit up when I saw it
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| A way out of looking for everything I wanted
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| My eyes lit up when I saw it
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| The view from where you sit
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| And apathy, I was in love with it
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| And apathy, I was in love with it
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| But not as much as the phone ringing
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| Not as much playing my house
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| Not as much as the way her goddamn voice sounds
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| It’s like taking in sun
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| And then taking it back
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| I fall into old habits
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| I’m stepping over your cracks again
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| My eyes lit up when I saw it
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| A way out of looking for everything I wanted
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| My eyes lit up when I saw it
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| The view from where you sit
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| And apathy, I was in love with it
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| And apathy, I was in love with it |