| I took a breath and held it in
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| For so long that I passed out
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| When I woke, I was older than
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| Half the bricks that line this town
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| Used to paint with just black and white
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| While I slept, the colours fell
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| It’s all so loud, so very bright
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| Is this real? |
| I just can’t tell
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| No sir, I don’t want it anymore
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| I’ve waited hours for you, but now I’m gonna go
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| I’m no more the kind to sit and wait
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| But I’m glad I got to bathe here in your punch bowl
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| All I need now, some plain old whiskey
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| To wash my soul
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| Woke up and pinched myself three times
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| Not much changed except these bruises on my thighs
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| Walked down toward the giant mirror
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| What’s this unfamiliar smile?
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| I used to wait for someone to come
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| And take the weights right off of me
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| Instead of just getting stronger
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| I’ve forgotten how to dream
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| No sir, I don’t want it anymore
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| I’ve waited hours for you, but now I’m gonna go
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| I’m no more the kind to sit and wait
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| But I’m glad I got to bathe here in your punch bowl
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| All I need now, some plain old whiskey
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| To wash my soul |