| It’s all kicking off again
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| Words buzz but certainly don’t sink in
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| The rain hits the tiles on the bathroom floor
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| Hissing little rattlesnake
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| All fired up and ultimately afraid
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| So slam the door
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| Cos baby when you talk like that
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| The pain moves from my chest to my lower back
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| Are we trying to sell the ocean to the sea?
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| I thought we could communicate
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| Perhaps do a few things the old fashioned way
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| Are we trying to sell the ocean to the sea?
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| I’m praying for a soft exit
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| Good neighbours who occasionally baby sit
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| Then double-cross behind the scenes
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| Yes, okay, maybe, we’re probably not
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| To end up, a no we go through quite a lot
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| It needs to stop
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| Cos baby when you talk like that
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| The pain moves from my chest to my lower back
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| Are we trying to sell the ocean to the sea?
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| I thought we could communicate
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| Perhaps do a few things the old fashioned way
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| Are we trying to sell the ocean to the sea?
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| I punch my head, don’t know what you want from me
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| It’s a fucked up world so let’s talk about it, please
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| They wanna make sketch shows about my anxiety dreams
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| Are we trying to sell the ocean to the sea? |