| I’m more alone, than dinosaur bones
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| Buried beneath, the fragile crust where we all sleep
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| Why don’t you pick up your phone?
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| The color of the couch is turning red as you call my name
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| Why don’t you pick up your phone?
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| The weather man says unplug my microwave
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| But maybe I’m just hearing things
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| Decorated on the outside, but empty at my core
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| I feel so extinct I’m beginning to think that I am a dinosaur
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| I feel out of place, like a cradle lost in space
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| Like a poor boy in a country club
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| Like a trumpet out of tune
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| Like a humpback in the Mojave
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| Like a flag out on the moon
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| Decorated on the outside, but empty at my core
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| I feel so extinct, I’m beginning to think I, am a dinosaur, am a dinosaur,
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| am a dinosaur
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| Decorated on the outside, but empty at my core
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| I feel so extinct I’m beginning to think that I, that I am the bones,
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| that I am the bones
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| Decorated on the outside, but empty at my core
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| I feel so extinct I’m beginning to think that I am a dinosaur |