| I don’t know where I’m gonna go
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| Where to run if they drop the bomb
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| I’ll be gone
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| So I stay in my hidden shed
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| Rather extinct than mentally dead
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| You can’t see what I won’t show
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| And you keep a knockin' hard
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| I won’t hear
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| Cause I’m locking myself
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| In the old world
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| Nothings changed on the home turf
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| And I’m all mixed up in my own words
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| All tucked up with the same girl
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| I keep it dignified
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| Nostalgic intellect
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| What’s the point with a phone that’s smart
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| If you don’t have a flexible heart
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| Beating hard to and fro
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| If I’m all tapped into the universe
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| Whatever happens if the universe is cursed
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| I’ll be damned
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| You can stand so close but you won’t get near
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| Cause I’m locking myself
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| In the old world
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| Nothings changed on the home turf
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| And I’m all mixed up in my own words
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| All tucked up with the same girl
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| I keep it dignified
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| Nostalgic intellect
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| And you cannot save me
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| With what if’s and maybe’s
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| I have far to many but’s and why’s to counter with
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| So I’m locking myself
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| In the old world
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| Nothings changed on the home turf
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| And I’m all mixed up in my own words
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| Nostalgic Intellect
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| Cause I’m locking myself
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| In the old world
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| Nothings changed on the home turf
|
| And I’m all mixed up in my own words
|
| All tucked up with the same girl
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| So I’m locking myself
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| In the old world
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| Nothings changed on the home turf
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| And I’m all mixed up in my own words
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| All tucked up with the same girl
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| I keep you satisfied
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| Nostalgic intellect |