| Blisters on my fingers, blisters on my brain
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| Blisters on the voices, crazy makes insane
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| There’s an angry sea, an ocean in my eyes
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| The waves are rolling, I’m becoming blind
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| I won’t be taken, won’t take myself
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| Kicking and screaming, have to knock me off the shelf
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| Feels like illusion, is this taking place?
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| Disease of confusion, stripped of our grace
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| Don’t wanna believe it, these endless miles
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| Never destination, just more denial
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| More denial!
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| Some resolution, some justice tied
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| To this collusion hiding in plain sight
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| Say see-ya later, never say goodbye
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| This is a little trick I play on my own mind
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| I am a recluse in search of new friends
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| How they gonna find me? |
| That’s where the road ends
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| Off in the distance, leviathans
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| 50 foot and breaking on our innocence
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| Don’t wanna believe it, these endless miles
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| Never destination, just more denial
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| More denial!
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| I can’t believe it, these endless lies
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| Never destination, just more denial
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| More denial
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| When you make the drop, the gaping maw
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| When you make the drop, the gaping maw
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| Keeps us alive, should we survive
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| When you make the drop, the gaping maw
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| Keeps us alive, should we survive
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| When you make the drop, the gaping maw
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| Thank you Bob Honey, thanks Paul Theroux
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| If I ever did, to this place let me go
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| Off in the distance, leviathans
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| 50 foot and breaking on my innocence
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| I won’t be taken, won’t take myself
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| Kicking and screaming, have to knock my off the shelf
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| Say see-ya later, never say goodbye
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| This is a little trick I play on my own mind
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| Don’t wanna believe it, these endless miles
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| Never destination, just more denial
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| She was a singer in a rock-n-roll band
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| Had command of all her voices
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| Turned herself into a hologram
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| It all came down to choices
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| So I say til then, never say goodbye
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| A little trick I play, on my mind |