| Move through the world
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| Tripping to cut bloody hands to close the day
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| Thread the needle fight the pain
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| My song remains
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| Stuck on repeat, a low level hum of anxiety
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| All around they’re singing out of tune
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| It’s nothing new
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| Close your eyes
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| What a lovely day, what a lovely day
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| I’m in a state
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| Here’s to a lack of all control and sanity
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| Here’s to the fatigue
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| Burn in the heat of a summers day
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| We’re flocking home again
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| For nurturing
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| The tune remains an adverse reaction to change
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| To change
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| Close your eyes
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| (Take me to where the utility machines go)
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| (After the middle aged mothers have hung all their)
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| Dead and dying dreams
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| (Their washing and lasting doubts)
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| Crushing everything
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| Close your eyes, lay back
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| What a lovely day, what a lovely day
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| I’m in a state
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| Here’s to a lack of all control and sanity
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| Here’s to the fatigue
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| Oh what a waste
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| We drank the poison in the sun to end the pain
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| Here’s to the fatigue
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| Oh why do you lie?
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| Lie to yourself to help you feel alive
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| Love I know the truth of how we come and go
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| Try not to talk I’ll only bring you down
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| Try not to talk I’ll only bring you down
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| Try not to talk I’ll only bring you down
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| Down |