Wait to rise long after dark
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Been asleep at least three solid days
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Wandering round this house just like a ghost
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Searching for something in this life
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That would fill the holes and satisfy
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Your need to please everybody else
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While your nerves shatter and fall apart
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Wear out the grip-tape wrapped round your heart
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Now you're dressed and ready for the kill
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Check if your friends are asleep in bed
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Same ones who left you to yourself
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Make some noise and take a walk outside
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All those years you kept the pain inside
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Strangled any chance to love your own
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And veer from your collision course
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But you'd rather go out in a ball of flame
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Grip-tape
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| Calexico |
