| Well it’s hot now the river is high
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| Don’t it smell like an elephant hide?
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| It’s got me so I can’t sleep at night
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| Oh don’t let your head dip in
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| City secrets still lie deep within it
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| Don’t I know that sickness like a prison
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| It’s like a prison
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| Don’t you see all of the things that I see?
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| Don’t you bleed the same blood I bleed?
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| When I lie down and let it slowly drown me
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| And I can picture the discrepancies
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| When everything just keeps on pressing on you
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| I don’t believe all of the love is honest
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| Fire in the firewood
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| For all the creatures in an empty house
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| I wanna party when the sun is down
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| Well it’s gone now forever inside
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| Down to my feet under an empty mind
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| Sunday morning is a bright reminder
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| Don’t you see all of the things that I do?
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| Don’t you bleed the same? |
| Blood is blue
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| I don’t believe I’m that much different than you
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| Different than you
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| Fire in the firewood
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| For all the creatures in an empty house
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| I wanna party when the sun is down
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| When a part of me is not around
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| Walk into the open door
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| Sink into the ocean floor
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| Fall in on a summer day
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| Acid in my Gatorade
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| When I depart into the other plane
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| Place me down into the open flame
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| Saying everything is just the same |