She talks to her television. Changing channels with her mind.
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When this new world turns politic, she just slips in between their sighs.
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And we talk when the talking is good. Saying over and over.
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Maybe we should run. While the running is run down.
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I know forgiveness tastes like dry salt in your mouth.
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I temper all the alcohol with names that I don't say out loud.
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There's a cloud that hangs around my house. Electric signals, zeroes and ones.
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They accompany the Headline News with hairpin turns and domestic bombs.
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And I look when the looking is good. But I can't ever uncover.
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All the faces I turned away slowly turned into one another.
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I have made my decision to hang around inside.
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But I can't get to the places that I want to go from where I hide.
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Believe the path is round. Over and over. A peaceful underground.
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Hiding from the numbers. Believe in living cells. I know you're heavy bored.
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Belief in peace invents a man with a heart of gold. Peace don't betray me now.
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I'll find you out, in the empty corners of a restless mind.
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I have made my illusions bend. I bury them when I shut my eyes.
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I would hold hands, if holding was good. If it could hold us together.
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Zeroes and ones, zeroes and ones. Yes, your name's become a number.
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I have made my decision to hang around inside.
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But I can't get to the places that I want to go from where I hide.
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No, I'll never find the places that I want to go from where I hide.
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Zeroes & Ones
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Seven Mary Three |