It's the sound of my ego spinning out of control
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Sounds in my head that might never come out
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Stuck in my head, and forever reverberate
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How do you pluck them out?
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These are the stories that will never unfold
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All of the characters cast in stone
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Years surely weathered them, I don't remember them
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They've all faded away
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I'm a child, I'm a baby
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I can change my mind like any other genius
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This is genius, this is genuine, this is bullshit
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Suppressing the violent side
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That ego can override
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Suppressing the violent side
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That ego can override
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As a child, as a baby
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As a phenom, as a meteorite
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Burned out in the galaxy
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Where the parking lots are oh so bright
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Suppressing the violent side
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That ego can override
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Suppressing the violent side
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That ego can override
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Egoverride
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| Bob Mould |
