| She talks to her television.
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| Changing channels with her mind.
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| When this new world turns politic,
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| she just slips in between their sighs.
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| And we talk when the talking is good.
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| Saying over and over.
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| Maybe we should run.
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| While the running is run down.
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| I know forgiveness tastes like dry salt in your mouth.
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| I temper all the alcohol with names that I don’t say out loud.
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| There’s a cloud that hangs around my house.
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| Electric signals, zeroes and ones.
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| They accompany the Headline News with hairpin turns and domestic bombs.
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| And I look when the looking is good.
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| But I can’t ever uncover.
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| All the faces I turned away slowly turned into one another.
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| I have made my decision to hang around inside.
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| But I can’t get to the places that I want to go from where I hide.
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| Believe the path is round.
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| Over and over.
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| A peaceful underground.
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| Hiding from the numbers.
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| Believe in living cells.
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| I know you’re heavy bored.
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| Belief in peace invents a man with a heart of gold.
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| Peace don’t betray me now.
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| I’ll find you out, in the empty corners of a restless mind.
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| I have made my illusions bend.
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| I bury them when I shut my eyes.
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| I would hold hands, if holding was good.
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| If it could hold us together.
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| Zeroes and ones, zeroes and ones.
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| Yes, your name’s become a number.
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| I have made my decision to hang around inside.
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| But I can’t get to the places that I want to go from where I hide.
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| No, I’ll never find the places that I want to go from where I hide. |