| It’s a mess, messy like before when I couldn’t think straight
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| I take my shoes off in the need of walking bare-foot
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| Can’t seem to take a step
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| What I want the most is to go wherever and to be free
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| I beg for frames to tuck me in
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| I frame my face with a dartboard and look around, waiting
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| When things can work out I don’t need to worry
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| When things can’t work out I don’t need to worry
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| When things can work out I don’t need to worry
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| When things can’t work out I don’t need to worry
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| When I see me I see them, eating me
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| And I’m the observer and I cannot make a sound
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| When I see me I see them, eating me
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| And I’m the observer and I cannot make a sound
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| When I see me I see them, eating me
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| I’m a bird, but I really just circulate around my nest
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| Down under they are daydreaming based on what they see
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| But nothing’s like it seems
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| The nest is empty, head is full, can’t make a move
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| I beg for frames to tuck me in
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| When the skies burst I will find my own way, on my own
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| When things can work out I don’t need to worry
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| When things can’t work out I don’t need to worry
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| When things can work out I don’t need to worry
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| When things can’t work out I don’t need to worry
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| When I see me I see them, eating me
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| And I’m the observer and I cannot make a sound
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| When I see me I see them, eating me, eating me
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| And I’m the observer and I cannot make a sound
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| And I’m the observer and I cannot make a sound |