| I want things so much more than I want to sometimes
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| And it feels like my brain is the binary code’s problem now
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| But I’d rather be stuffed with straw than made of tin
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| Because the mind wanders home like a cat does
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| When it knows it’s time to feed again
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| There are some places I won’t go near
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| You can measure their fright by the shade I turn
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| Right when they’re asked about
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| I drag a chain of faces and names
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| Some I’ve cut off, some were lost
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| Som will always be locked to me
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| I know you, at last I knew that I’d know you someday
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| You’re no more a stranger than the
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| Smile that shines out from the moon
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| And I’m not in the mood to be lonely no more
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| So I act like someone on familiar terms
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| With the uneasy side of love
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| I got so wrecked up waiting for you
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| Now your cheeks are pushed high
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| With the salt from your eyes in the taste of them
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| Who am I when I can’t be unwound?
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| «Darling, it’s me», as the mask comes off
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| «It always was» |