A broken record has a thousand answers to countless contradictions.
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Your condition is running through the streets again
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now you¡¯ve drained your thoughts onto an empty page
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with ink as red as blood
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some words were never meant to be
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like I was talking to myself
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I drew a picture to remind me
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what you look like when it¡¯s raining
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use a lot of heavy words that never get you anywhere
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the circle vent is cycling
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another year has lived an died
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Of blue tangled phone lines
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of frequency that¡¯s frightening first dial to hear a strangers voice crying
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and now you¡¯ve drained your thoughts onto an empty page with
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ink as red as blood some words were never meant to be
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like I was talking to myself
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figure 8 crying your silver plates
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icy eyes have you seen the midnight skies
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wipe the sleet from your rusting eyes
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fill this room with superstitious smile a chorus of all lies
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wipe the sleet from your rusting eyes
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I want you to see me for the first time
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your blaring jagged lips
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I¡¯m dying to taste your icy eyes
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you¡¯re your blaring jagged lips
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I¡¯m dying to taste icy eyes
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figure 8 I wished I was better than your skates
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icy eyes can you see through my disguise
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figure 8 same old sour twist of fate
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jagged lips your blaring icy eyes
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Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been
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