I'm tired but I'm still listening to you
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Sip coffee while you sort out the world with the air of a ghost
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If these numbers add up, if these pieces fit and I make any sense
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Will you take me home and help me out of myself?
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The latest polls are coming in and I'm being ousted
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The glass breaks, I feel fake
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Dress me up in funeral colors and stab me with smiles
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And leave me out in the cold
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I'll be quiet
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I like to go insane, but I see no reason to play games with
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Someone of broken stature, love is always in the way of something
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I'm not a fighter pilot, more of a screen door fantasy; see through me
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This spot's reserved for something I just can't seem to find anywhere
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Backwards solution, the California question
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Our situation backs up the world for a night in your head
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Drum up the answers, or just fake a moment
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Or just give me something to open my eyes: a reality pill
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Comatose and caffeine-bred, our hero deflates
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As a silence surrounds him
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Stuck in rooms with ghosts and liars, he feels more at home
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Than he did in your arms
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I'll be quiet
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I like to go insane, but I see no reason to play games with
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Someone of broken stature, love is always in the way of something
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I'm not a fighter pilot, more of a screen door fantasy; see through me
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This spot's reserved for something I just can't seem to find anywhere
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This Spot Is Reserved
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| Some By Sea |
