Daylight can never really hide what's alive
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I know it's hard sometimes
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For you to tell where you end
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And where the world begins
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You do your best to avoid assimilation
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Guess that's the best you can do
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And all the parts of it that matter change
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All traces disintegrate
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At night
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My mind gets on this
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Train of thought
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And can't get back off
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And when you know
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How few things there are worth knowing
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I suppose
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Anyone who tries could forget
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Responding now
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To trains that crash before you
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Never thought
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Crashing could happen to you
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And all the parts of it that matter change
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All traces disintegrate
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Traces
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| Built To Spill |
