Reacclimate to my surroundings
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Back in a city that just seems to eat itself
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All I really want to do is get back into you
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No tension, no worries
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But every time it comes around I find gray ways to let you down
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I can't control my instincts
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Why can't I be happy just to call you a friend?
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I thought things could be different
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Maybe I could do some good
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Come home spent to unemploy a past from Hollywood
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Some things can change everything
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Despite their rights and wrongs
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I'm getting reacquainted with my lower self
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Redhead teach me compassion from your fragrant continent
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While you're at it you can ressurect my family
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While you're at it you can summon Christ and part the seas
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While you're at it you can polarize my chemicals
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I'm so sick of trying to fight my body and you at the same time
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I am righteous in my anger!
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All I have to give you is my lower self
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I will sing of how we made love like strangers
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All I'll have to sell you is my lower self
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Oh how you are as petty as the postpunk kids you pity
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Oh how you swear by the myth that you're not beautiful
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How nothing ever seems to work the way that it gets planned
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So we turn away from everyone that loves us
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Hypnotized by waves our lives are deer blocking the lane
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We can just sit back and watch it all go up in flames
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Until every note, every chord sounds the same
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It goes boom boom boom on my ego
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It goes boom boom boom but I don't mind anymore
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'Cause You can only go boom boom boom for so long
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Until it hurts you more than it hurts me
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Nothing ever seems to work the way that it gets planned
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So I will turn away from everything that hurts me
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Climb back into a cloud of smoke
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My face close to the flame
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Camera pulling back, leaving you left of the frame
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It's a party and you're not invited
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We are Both Writers
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| Kind Of Like Spitting |
