There's a bottomless pit that we've been climbing from
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Just to get on level ground
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Shake your seasick legs around
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Dead of winter in a logo town
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Signs of life are soft and flickering
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Need a bed to lay my body down
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Deadweight to carry down
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Some static is lulling me to sleep
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Hang your clothes on a chain link fence
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In a junkyard say Amen
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Your mouth is full of wordless hymns
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And run-on sentences
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And they're helpless and forgetting in the background holding nothing
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And they're youthless and pretending with their bare hands holding nothing
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There's a million horses dragging down a monolith
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With these trademarks so bereaved
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Tied my leg to a barricade
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With a plastic hand grenade
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They tried to turn emotion into noise
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Need a teleprompter for my life
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Need a pipeline to the night
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My body can't get no relief
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And this life it goes by fast
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You're treading water in the past
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Trying to re-animate something that you can't understand
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And they're helpless and forgetting in the background saying nothing
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And he's youthless and forgetting with his bare hands touching nothing
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And he's helpless and forgetting in the background saying nothing
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And he's youthless and pretending with his bare hands holding nothing
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Youthless
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