| One day laser beams will cure my sight
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| Negative five, it’s pretty much blind
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| I wanna see things you know
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| Stare so deep into the laptop light
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| Sip your coffee and stare
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| Like you got something to say
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| But you can’t say it 'cause it just ain’t there anymore
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| A vague premonition flexed in its might
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| Converse with absolute time and space
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| And time and space and time and space
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| And nothing really matters anymore
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| You can’t say it, don’t ever say it
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| It’s not tangible, it’s not even relevant
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| A warm hand, a short skirt
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| A soft blanket, a trusty appliance
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| A 57 in mathematics and science
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| An oxygen mask, they stick it and they’ll never come back
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| They’ll never come back
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| They’ll never come back, any more
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| Are you with me and am I wrong? |
| (I wrong?)
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| Your silly old songs
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| Do they mean anything or am I just wrong?
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| Am I just wrong?
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| Am I just wrong?
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| How did I ever get so goddamn dumb?
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| A foreign lick from a familiar tongue
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| It’s not one you love
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| But it’s familiar enough
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| Not full of teeth chewed up and spit on the ground
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| When I speak, are my words just white, naked sounds?
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| Carelessly rendered, and scattered around
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| Random, animal, clumsily stitched together
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| Forever alien and forever altered
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| Flowing in absolute time and space
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| And time and space and time and space
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| And nothing really matters anymore |