And all the big machines can break
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All the game it might be fake
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Poison fingers on the hand you take
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Keep your walk at a steady pace
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Breathe in, watch for cracks
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Be confident, keep off your back
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All you say is all an act
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Would you take it all back?
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All your chemicals can change
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Squeeze your head until it caves
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Ohh, the point has been lost for days
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Pull me back out
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Get up off your knees
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Desire is o.k. if you like to bleed
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Slip inside the boredom
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God I¡¯m thinking
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Get inside and cut them off
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Choke them off again
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Would you like to see all the smoked out machines?
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Get in your holes
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Get in your holes
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All your chemicals can change
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Squeeze your head until it caves
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Ohh, the point has been lost for days
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Pull me out
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Squeeze your head until it caves
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All your chemicals can change
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Ohh, the point has been lost for days
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Pull me out
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So use the down machines to fix
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The mess that your head has mixed
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You¡¯re building walls and climbing flaws
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It never changed a thing
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Never changed a thing
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Ohh, it never fixed a thing
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You build the walls your climbing on
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So Pull me out
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Come on, pull me out
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All your chemicals can change
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Squeeze your head until it caves
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Ohh, the point has been lost for days
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Pull me back out
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Chemicals
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| Seymour Glass |
