| It’s so easy to set off
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| The molecules and the caplets
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| They all have something against me
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| Nothing I do makes me feel different
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| This one’s like your sister’s best friends in a bath calling you to join them
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| Can’t avoid them
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| This one’s like your mother’s arms when she was young and sunburned in the '80s
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| It lasts forever
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| The more level they have me
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| The more I cannot stand me
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| I have helpless friendships
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| And bad taste in liquids
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| This one’s like the wilderness without the world
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| I’m gonna miss those long nights with the windows open
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| I keep re-reading the same lines always up at 5am every morning
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| Like a baby
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| It’s just the lights coming on
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| It’s just the lights coming on
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| I have no posessions
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| No point of view or vision
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| I’m just trying to stay in touch with anything I’m still in touch with
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| The sky’s getting white
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| I can’t find a lighter anywhere I’m going crazy
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| But I’m not crazy
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| Put your heels against the wall
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| I swear you got a little bit taller since I saw you
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| I’ll still destroy you
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| It’s just the lights coming on
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| It’s just the lights coming on |