| This doesn’t make much sense
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| Think far out but I’m still locked in…
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| I’m still lost walking circles
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| The floor swallowed me up whole
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| There’s nowhere to go…
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| There’s a vulture on my shoulder, and he’s telling me to give in
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| Always hissing, right in my ear, like it’s coming from my own head
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| It’s got me mixed up, trying not to give up
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| Tell me there’s a way to get out of here
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| Oh, fixed at zero
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| I’ve learned to talk with my fingers
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| The only voice that wakes my ears…
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| (Oh, make my bones do something…)
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| Ever wanna jump out your skin?
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| Anticipate until the sidewalk ends
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| There’s nowhere to go…
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| There’s a vulture on my shoulder, and he’s telling me to give in
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| Always hissing, right in my ear, like it’s coming from my own head
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| It’s got me mixed up, trying not to give up
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| Tell me there’s a way to get out of here
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| Oh, fixed at zero
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| There’s a vulture on my shoulder, and he’s telling me to give in
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| Always hissing, right in my ear, like it’s coming from my own head
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| It’s got me mixed up, trying not to give up
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| Tell me there’s a way to get out of here
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| Woah, fixed at zero
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| Fixed at zero
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| I’m fixed at zero |