| If sleeping is the only love then this hunger is the only engine
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| Bitter burning desperation, a gnawing simple fate
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| Catalyst collision and a counting of catastrophes
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| Stopping, going, running out of gas and spending too much money
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| These pale memories stacking up
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| The dull pain of age
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| Bruised fruit, peeling skin
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| Bruised ribs, tired lungs
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| I could tell by the way you slammed the car door that you weren’t coming back
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| but you weren’t going home
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| We were driving once, now we’re just grinding against the gravel Slow moving
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| traffic going nowhere but you can’t get out
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| Bubbles burst and salt in your eyes
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| It’s just like a bad dream, it’s just like a curse
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| The great sucking down, the great humiliation
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| At least we got some sleep
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| Disturbed wretched half sleep
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| The sleep of dolphins
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| Dreams of fishnets, dreams of sirens
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| Dreams of tissue, dreams of childhood
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| Dreams of drowning in the maelstrom, dreams of drowning in the Clyde
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| We were swimming once, now we’re just caught in the current Spinning in the
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| eddy, barely floating on the surface
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| And you come to alone again
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| In a cavernous room teeming with strangers
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| They’re laughing
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| Not at you but not with you either, so you laugh as you stumble to another drink
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| Everyone here is having such a hard time
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| I hope they get some help, I hope they find an answer somewhere I hope their
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| hunger sends them spinning safely home into their beds
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| And not to another basement or other symbol of their emptiness
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| We were dancing once, now we’re just sitting in the corner
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| Bodies pressed together, a tired imitation of another song
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| We were running once, now we’re crawling through these ashtrays
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| We were standing once but now we’re just sleeping in the sewer |