| There’s a tick in my membrane
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| Saying that he can get me fixed up
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| He’ll take care of everything and
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| Tell me I never loved anyone…
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| That I could steal ideas
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| That seem better than my own kind
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| I drill where it sparks up
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| Split through case and collagen
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| Say something just to say something
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| Make sure I didn’t go too far in
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| Now I’m replacing all these links in sequences
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| It seems things are going my way
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| But the picture’s weak
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| Everything’s a copy that I’m copying
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| Now the static creeps
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| And it replaces you with who—
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| I hope I’m not a case study
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| I hope they don’t put my brain in a tank
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| And poke holes in the holes I’ve made
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| I hope they don’t find my memory tapes, because
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| I grow thorns on my tongue when I speak
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| I grow burs on my lungs when I breathe
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| I’ve been selling a pipe dream through my teeth, and now
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| I’m buying in because
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| It seems so nice
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| To reckon you’re the good kind
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| I reckon I’m a good time
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| But I dug too deep
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| I ripped up flowers when I wanted weeds
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| Now the soil’s clean
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| And there’s nothing left to see
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| And the picture’s weak
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| Everything’s a copy that I’m copying
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| Now the static creeps
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| And it replaces you with who I hoped you’d be
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| All I see are photographs
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| With faces that don’t match your heart at all
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| I feel you leaving
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| You’re missing something
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| You’re fading quickly
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| Oh god…
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| I’m only vapor
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| A breeze across your lips
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| No memory of this |