I blow the dust off of the cover when I make my pick
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Blind melody, the ghost in the hallway that jumps to the kick
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My vision taking on a whole new level that'll blindside the devil when these cold words hit
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So get in and dance to the crackle
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Run around and flinch from the sound of the gavel when the judgement lands
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Break the silence with my own young hands
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So I can replace emotion where the boneyard stands
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Time ticker, lost in the grit, tryna find a better way to solve it than jumping off of a bridge
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Feeling tied down and tortured in all of the ways there is
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Is not gonna help me when the white light splits
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Theraputic, fiend for the music
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Floating on the last boat sent from the cruise ship it saves your soul
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It's time to take this show on the road
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It's the one-man vessel people claim that they know
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I'll go
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This is not home
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Chewing all the love songs, spitting out a poem
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That's sitting on the phone in the place I chose
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My blood will run warm when the cold wind blows
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I'll go
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And never come back
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Riding on that train down a one way track
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I'll break that glass
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And I'll never look back
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Even if they all laugh I will never feel trapped and fade to black
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Lay the needle where the pain stems
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And dig around for the source
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Pump my veins full up of all of the little things that I force
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I'm a worm for direction and got a little bit off of course
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It'll find you, re-invent everything that you scored
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Life writer, thrown from the cast
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Catapulted over that wall in which they constantly try to mask
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And if that don't save me I'm probably going to crash on impact
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Holding my broken pen in my grasp
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Goodbye
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Wind to the trail
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Traveler, the last note spoken over grown folks chatter
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The last rope thrown after I broke that ladder that it let me climb up and join the calamity
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Dance and move to the freedom
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Pick another lock and escape when the beat comes to save your soul
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It's time to take this show on the road
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It's that one man vessel people claim that they know
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I'll go
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This is not home
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Chewing all the love songs, spitting out a poem
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That's sitting on the phone in the place I chose
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My blood will run warm when the cold wind blows
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I'll go
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And never come back
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Riding on that train down a one way track
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I'll break that glass
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And I'll never look back
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Even if they all laugh I will never feel trapped and fade to black
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Purgatory Music
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