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Cold
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Laughing like a moron in a can
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A chill runs down my spine
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Am I the joke or the comedian
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I'm running out of time
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Lips that tasted tears
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Left a trail of peas
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Still
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Nothing has changed
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Nothing's new
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And there's nothing you can do
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When despair takes control
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When you're feeling two feet tall
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Fear
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Realizing it's become a curse
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It's driving me insane
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As paranoid as Stalin at his worst
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With no one left to blame
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Trembling like a leaf
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Sinking like a stone
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Finding no relief
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Nothing has changed...
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So will you help me out
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Catch me if I fall
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Will you erase some doubt
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I've been feeling two feet tall
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A kiss
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Lips that tasted tears
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Left a sense of waste
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Apathy appears
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Nothing has changed
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Nothing's new
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But the fear of losing you
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There's no cure
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No loophole
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When you're feeling two feet tall
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Two Feet Tall
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| Babel Fish |
