| Summer was singing 'dreams' and '…loving fun'
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| Summer was singing both their words at once
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| Summer was seeing her past loves
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| Showing up on our table bottled up
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| I said 'you shouldn’t call it a vision quest
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| Just cause you haven’t eaten dinner yet'
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| You wanted your tile ceiling
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| To not be what you’re seeing
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| Waking up
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| I wanted my nerved head
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| To be a different head
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| Waking up
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| Woke up expecting your eyes to be there
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| Instead I saw teeth of some demon in your hair
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| And maybe if this bed could talk
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| I think it’d say to get the fuck off
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| Is it easy to be honest
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| When you’re always feeling godless?
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| Or is it hard to hear a conscience
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| When the ringing isn’t stopping?
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| And when you want your tile ceiling
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| To not be what you’re seeing
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| Waking up
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| I wanted my nerved head
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| To be a different head
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| Waking up
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| We’re just like a track sprinter
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| We’ll run until we get injured
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| We’re just like a mirage
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| Find drink and then we’re long gone
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| We’re just like a first chapter
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| We’ll do all the explaining after
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| We’re just like your apartment
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| We’ll end right back where we started from
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| You wanted your tile ceiling
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| You wanted floors and beaming
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| Up in flames and to go unrecognizable |