they'll never find us
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painting a self portrait
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painting ourselves into position
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we'll scare them off with word play and sweep them under the rug
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my face is pushed against the glass
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like a slowest-second-better off and thrown from the horse's back
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but i know what i am, is there a trouble with that?
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hanging round hallways
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trying to get a bird's eye view
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little by little (x2)
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they bow their heads to pray for friday night
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to save their lives and then
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they go on through life armed with a scale from one to ten
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hanging round hallways
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like to feel like we're going somewhere
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and the thinner the air becomes
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the more we feel at home
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the more we feel
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i heard her on the phone
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she said, you said, had a good day
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didn't we? (x3)
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and hanging round hallways
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like to feel like we're going somewhere
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and the thinner the air becomes the more we feel
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she said that's entertainment
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but he didn't wanna know
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he carried the shopping bag
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she carried them both
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| Something For Kate |
