I've got a cupboard with
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cans of food,
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filtered water
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and pictures of you
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and I'm not coming out until
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this is all over
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And I'm looking
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through the glass
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where the light bends
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at the cracks
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and I'm screaming at the
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top of my lungs
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pretending the echoes
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belong to someone
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someone I used to know
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and we become
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silhouettes when our
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bodies finally go
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<Interlude>
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I wanted to walk through the
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empty streets
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and feel something
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constant under my feet
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but all the news reports
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recommended that I stay indoors
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because the
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air outside will make
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our cells
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divide at an alarming rate
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until our
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shells simply cannot hold
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all our insides in
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and that's when we'll explode
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and it won't be a pretty sight
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and we'll become
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silhouettes when our
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bodies finally go
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and we'll become
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silhouettes when our
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bodies finally go
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and we'll become
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silhouettes when our
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bodies finally go
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and we'll become
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silhouettes when our
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bodies finally go
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and we'll become
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could
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never be loved
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White guts
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white wall tires
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floor plush
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it's so fire
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brains blowed sittin on dubs
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come through could
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never be loved
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White guts
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white wall tires
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floor plush
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it's so fire
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brains blowed sittin on dubs
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come through could
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never be loved
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C a d i l l a c you and me
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will grey so cleanly
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C a d i l l a c blowing smoke
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so high and freely
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C a d i l l a c you and me uh
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blowing smoke so high and freely
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We will Become Silhouettes
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