Sitting by a judas mantel
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underneath where i cant tell
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found the places im destroying
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only hoped youd be there still
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could not find a way to be it
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i don't even mind this time
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here wed like to get things over
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life love anything at all
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and when the morning comes
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well sit here and when the atom
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breaks well just stare
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and my life goes underground
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and my life goes underground
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sitting by a judas mantel
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underneath well ive been there
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could not right
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the only pieces
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test out anything you will
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and when the morning comes
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well sit here and when the atom
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breaks well just stare
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and my life goes underground
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and my life goes underground
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sitting by a judas mantel
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very well what we define
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counted up the broken pieces
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here we want to redefine
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all dementia memory brought for
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all the weakness we cant tell
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understood that i discover
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right here everything is well
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and when the morning comes
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well sit here
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and when the saddle breaks
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ill stand still
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and my life goes underground
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and my life goes underground
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if i left it all the same well it
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doesnt mean that its
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not personal
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and i never understood why the
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faces faded its so irrational
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as the atoms start to phase and
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i knew it couldnt mean that
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much to me
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and i never understood where
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the friends all go its
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not personal now
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Underground
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Moist |