| Change the station, these addicts folded faces
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| In tattered homes, get a view of our souls
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| Fighting the silence, ring loud in crowds like sirens
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| No kindness rewind us, inside the static we’re lost
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| Transmission fadin'
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| Someone please turn it off, our missing faces
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| If you only knew of the view
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| I know it’d consume what you’d do with the truth
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| Stare into static, sorry if I’m being too dramatic
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| Stare into static, sorry if I’m being too dramatic
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| If you only knew of the view
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| I know it’d consume what you’d do with the truth
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| I’ve seen this show bfore, yeah
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| And it nevr really ends well, leave a ghost in a boy’s shell
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| Playing over and over again, my friends have gone off the deep end
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| Leave reason for dreaming cause nobody’s leaving, so lost
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| Transmission fadin'
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| Someone please turn it off, our missing faces
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| If you only knew of the view
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| I know it’d consume what you’d do with the truth |