You always keep me coming back for more
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So many faces in the world but I want yours
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The way you make me feel inside my bones
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I can't remember how it feels to be alone
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And when you call my phone late at night
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Anticipation always burns me up inside
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Shimmy my way down underground, polluting airways in my wake
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Swaying architecture, grappling a birthday cake
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It's analogy backfire, in the cliche storm of backwards prose
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Shoot the agony beam
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Wearing sacrificial clothes
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I haven't slept for weeks
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Just a couple more and I'll be yours
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I'll be coming homing again
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And we'll tear apart those sheets
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And forget the world, a little while
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Get to know your form again
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Say the part, say the phrase, say the meaning
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I want to hear what you're seeing
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Say the part, say the phrase, say the meaning
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I want to know what you're feeling
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If it's making sense on time, then why do I hear their whines?
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If it's moves and breathes it's fine, don't let it mess with your mind
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Paging Dr mess your patient's throwing food and ate his robe
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You always keep me coming back for more
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So many faces in the world but I want yours
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The way you make me feel inside my bones
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I can't remember how it feels to be alone
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And when you call my phone late at night
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Anticipation always burns me up inside
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Shimmy my way down underground, polluting airways in my wake
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Swaying architecture, grappling a birthday cake
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It's analogy backfire, in the cliche storm of backwards prose
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Shoot the agony beam
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Wearing sacrificial clothes
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Quantum something can do anything
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(Easier said than done)
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An accidental public confession was made
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(Can't be the only one)
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I was in a viper fight, but I'm alright
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(That jacket looks good on most people)
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Confused cause I'm too dumb to find the light
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(Finally exiled)
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Overcome by circumstance
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I put my life in the devil's hands
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Fell lower than before, lower than ever before
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I know it's hard to forgive me now, but I swear I've taught myself how
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To barricade the door
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I won't go there anymore
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Overcome by circumstance, separated by consequence
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I fell lower than before, lower than I have before
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If I could just get through to you, we could put in the final screws
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To the barricade the door
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And start back where we were
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Carcinogenic isotope, we need the A-team montage
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Disregard the message from the ending of the album
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Turn Off The Lights, I'm Watching Back To The Future Part II
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| Dance Gavin Dance |
