Have you noticed the rivers and the clocks, they're not moving?
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What about the birds you got stuck on your ceiling, chirping?
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I breathe in but I choke, little things make a landslide go
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If I knew just the pin to hold in I'd build walls and you know, you know I would
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My hand is faster than the pen but the end has been written down
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Still the ink will not dry, undermined by a hope that I'm wrong
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Open up, open up
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I see your roses grew noses and noses go and get broken
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And there's a hope, there's a place, there's a sickened feeling
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I look into the space that defaced my belief in
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Where we are, what it means, and what did you say your name was?
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Well say it again
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Open up, open up
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Mind is 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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Breathe in but you choke, but you choke on a mouthful
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Of everything that you hoped, that you hoped was not there
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But it's here, it's here
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Open up, open up
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That's enough, that's enough
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Open up, open up
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That's enough, that's enough
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Open up, open up
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That's enough, that's enough
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Open up, open up
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That's enough, that's enough
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Have you noticed the rivers and the clocks, they're all sleeping?
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Is it me or you who would stop yelling and screaming?
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And there's a place with 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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That's enough, that's enough
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Open up, open up
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That's enough, that's enough
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Open up, open up
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That's enough, that's enough
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Open up, open up
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That's enough
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Open Up (That's Enough)
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| The Dead Weather |
