| Please don’t describe the way it feels to you
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| The way it feels
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| In other words
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| In other words
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| The human race it wishes to relate
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| Its thoughts and rhymes
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| To other worlds
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| In other words
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| Some things we push away, the thoughts of you
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| Without me
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| They seem to stay
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| And play with me
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| And when I listen to someone else
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| It makes me think
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| That I can kill myself
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| And somehow save myself
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| I’ll catch you next time that I fall
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| If you promise that you’ll call again
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| I’ll call you back again
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| There comes a time when the lights are on
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| And no one’s home
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| Because you left
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| You left them on
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| It feels good to know that someone’s out of mind
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| Out of time
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| Only to think of you
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| And when I listen to someone else
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| It makes me feel like I should kill myself
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| And maybe save myself
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| And when I listen to myself
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| I think that everyone else should kill themselves
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| And maybe, save themselves
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| Please don’t describe the way it feels to you
|
| The way it feels
|
| In other words
|
| In other words
|
| The human race it wishes to relate
|
| Its thoughts and rhymes
|
| To other worlds
|
| In other words
|
| Some things we push away, the thoughts of you
|
| Without me
|
| They seem to stay
|
| And play with me
|
| And when I listen to someone else
|
| It makes me think
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| That I can kill myself
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| And somehow save myself |