| The asphalt pulled itself back like arms with their own conviction
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| Now watch as I harvest grand pianos out of your shoulder blades
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| (What a disaster)
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| Distract me from the world ending around me
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| (What a sweet disaster)
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| How do we get out of here?
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| Take me through this
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| I’m slipping through the words
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| Distract me from the world ending around me
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| Look around, they’re just faces passing by
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| There’s no wonder why, there’s no wonder why
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| You left yourself on the edge
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| You left yourself on the edge
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| And I don’t remember where you’re from, but I can hear you pressing against my
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| pen from the other side of the page
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| I’ll leave you a song, a guillotine, and a curtain call
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| I’ll keep my feet down, I said lifting off, but I’m just a fucking whore
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| I’m a hand of god tied for the devil on a black top hat
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| Come back
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| Take me through this
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| I’m slipping through the words
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| Distract me from the world ending around me
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| Leave, don’t leave yourself on the edge
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| Take me through this
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| I’m slipping through the words
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| Distract me from the world ending around me
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| You left yourself on the edge
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| You left yourself
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| You left yourself on the edge
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| You left yourself
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| (On the edge, let me go)
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| What a disaster
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| What a sweet disaster
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| What a disaster |