When panic grips your body and your heart is a hummingbird
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Raven thoughts blacken your mind until you're breathing in reverse
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All your friends and sedatives mean well but make it worse
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Every reassurance just magnifies the doubt
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Better find yourself a place to level out
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Got a cricket for a conscience always looks the other way
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A cocaine soul starts seeming like an empty cabaret
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Hey, where have all the dancers gone? Now the music doesn't play
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Tried to listen to the river but you couldn't shut your mouth
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Better take a little time to level out
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I never thought of running
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My feet just led the way
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Mixed up Signals
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Bullet Train
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Cars are switched out in the crazy rain
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I could meet you any place
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If the Brakeman turns my way
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All this automatic writing I have tried to understand
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From a psychedelic angel who was tugging on my hand
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It's an infinite coincidence but it doesn't form a plan
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So I'm headed for New England or the Paris of the South
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Gonna find myself somewhere to level out
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Are your brothels full, Oh Babylon, with merry Middlemen?
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Never peer out of their periscopes from those deep opium dens
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All this death must need a counterweight always someone born again
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First a mother bathes her child then the other way around
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The Scales always find a way to level out
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I tried to pass for nothing
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But my dreams gave me away
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Mixed up Signals
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Bullet Train
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People snuffed out in the brutal rain
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I could live to any age
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If the Brakeman turns my way
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It is an old world it's hard to remember
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Like a dime store mystery
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I'm a repeat first time offender
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Who has rewritten history
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Mixed up tea leaves
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Phantom Pain
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Fuzzy logic in the crazy rain
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Getting better every day
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If the Brakeman turns my way
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Mixed up Signals
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Bullet Train
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Cars are switched out in the blinding rain
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He'll be smiling as he seals my fate
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When the Brakeman turns my way
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If The Brakeman Turns My Way
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| Bright Eyes |
