| To think that I would die this time
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| Isolated in the room where the bed rises
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| Photographic ordinary people are everywhere
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| Extraordinary histories, ordinary histories, ordinary histories
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| I’ll find sleep, I’ll find peace, or in death you’ll sleep with me.
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| To figure that it was my fault
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| Or so I’ve come to realize life is not about
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| Love with someone — (ordinary people are everywhere)
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| Extraordinary people are, ordinary people are, ordinary people are
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| Everywhere you look, everywhere you turn, illness is watching, waiting its turn.
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| Did I go at it wrong?
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| Did I go intentionally to destroy me?
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| I’m suffering in noise I’m suffering in — (touching ordinary body)
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| The burning from within the burning from with — (ordinary is scary now)
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| I could not be at rest, I could not be at peace — (extraordinary is scary now)
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| So do yourself a good, or do yourself a death from ordinary causes
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| Or do yourself a favor, or do yourself a death from ordinary causes
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| Endless lights prey upon the lonely, prey upon the lonely
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| Weightless lights, oh, I would rather be, but I would rather be fine
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| I want to be well, I want to be well, I want to be well, I want to be well.
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| And I forgive you even
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| As you choke me that way
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| With the pill or demon and the shrouding?
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| Under conversation
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| In tremendous weight of
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| A crowd of ages outside
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| Dressed for murder
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| I’m not fucking around
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| I’m not, I’m not, I’m not fucking around
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| And shall I kiss you even as you take me that way?
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| With the pill or demon as my body changes
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| Apparitions gone awry
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| They surround me, all sides
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| From what am I seeing, only changes
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| I’m not fucking around
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| I’m not, I’m not, I’m not fucking around |