you'd kill yourself wouldn't you
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you'd kill yourself wouldn't you
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you'd put yourself in pieces if you
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felt someone could use your pieces
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wouldn't you
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you'd do it hardly thinking
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go for random cuts relieving
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how you wanted badly to be an airplane
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to take us to your air space
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the only place
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where you can stop the shaking
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you've got all the gasoline
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one could ever ever need
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say tell that to the one who
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tell that to yourself- you
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illustrate your grave disorder
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walking holes into the floor
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tracking drags your fingers alligned
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along those locked wide open doors
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say it to yourself
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no one's gonna do it for you
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so shouldn't you
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you've got it all blacklined
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in measured time a stencil mind
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unveils the sleeping motor
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dreaming on while your shoulders sink
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oh no wonder
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you sleep on edge like maybe
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if they want me they can take me
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but they're gonna have to drag my feet
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from the drain
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Sleeping Motor Boy
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