They beam things into your head
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The ghosts of your pleasure and contempt
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When we were liars things were seamless
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When we were wired the world was like a secret
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I close my eyes now and I scream
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I turn the light on and there’s nothing left redeeming
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I saw your face before it changed
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The gun it makes you look nicer in a bad way
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So low for how high?
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Well it’s too late tonight
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And I’m sure you’re right
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As low for how high
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And after this there’s just the circus
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And every morning you carnie heart stops working
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It gets tight in there sometimes
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Looking for the defects, talking like it’s a reflex
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I close my mouth now and I scream
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I open the door and there’s nothing left redeeming
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I saw your face before the rough
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You should wait around awhile, your body’s bound to turn up
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So low for how high?
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Well it’s too late tonight
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And I’m sure you’re right
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As low for how high
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Running For Home
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| Allison Crowe |
