Have you noticed the rivers and the clocks, they're not moving?
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What about all the birds who got stuck on your ceiling, chirping?
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I breathe air, but I choke, little things make a landslide go
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If I'd know just the pill to hold in, I'd build walls
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And you know, you know I would!
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My hand is faster than him, but the end had been written down
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Still the ink could not dry, undermined by a hope that I'm wrong!
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Open up, open up!
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I see the roses grow nauseous, and noses go and get broken
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And there's a hope, there's a place sickened feeling
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I look into the space that defaced my belief and
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Where we are, what it means, I want you to say your name once!
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We'd say it again, open up, open up!
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Mind goes faster than pen but the end is so stupid
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Like bubblegum in your hair, isn't fair, but it smells good
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Oh breathe in, but she choked as she choked on the moutful
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Hope everything that you hoped, that you hoped was nothing
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But it's here, it's here!
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Open up, open up! (That's enough, that's enough!)
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Open up, open up! (That's enough, that's enough!)
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Open up, open up! (That's enough, that's enough!)
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Open up, open up! (That's enough, that's enough!)
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Have you noticed the rivers and the clocks are sleeping?
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Is it me or you're who stopped yelling and screaming
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Invisible to the lows and frequencies we're hearing
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Open up, open up!
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Open up, open up!
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Open up, open up! (That's enough, that's enough!)
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Open up, open up! (That's enough!)
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Open Up
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| The Dead Weather |
