Old mister fun is back
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Wonder where he's been hiding at
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Hanging round the edge
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Walls unfortified, inside
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No different, patchwork hack
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Toil away on an unlaid track
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Falls closing in, got nowhere to hide
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This time
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Finding ceilings low
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I'm too big or this room's too small
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Why's my ceiling another's floor
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Past twisted, expected wrap
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Attention span increasingly short
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Hard to breathe, this altitude will get you high
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I've tried
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Finding ceilings low
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I'm too big or this room's too small
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Why's my ceiling another's floor
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And nobody can tell you
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It's a moment in time
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That defines and deforms you
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Finding ceilings low
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I'm too big or this room's too small
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Why's my ceiling another's floor
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And nobody can tell you
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It's your moment in time
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Write me over, false reporter
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Can't you let me shine
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Write me over, false reporter
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Can't you let me shine
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And nobody can tell you
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It's a moment in time
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That defines and deforms you
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Low Ceiling
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| Alice In Chains |
