I've lost my headlights
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Dark lets me see too much
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And I'm just groping for anything to touch
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Am I a seabird? I have the strangest cry
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Am I just drifting? Am I too far inside?
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Everything's changing, changing my mind
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I'm going backwards to water from wine
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I can hear thunder but I am made of stone
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I'm reaching out but I'm still alone
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Look for my body but it just disappears
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Nobody knows me everything feels like years
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Everything's changing, changing my mind
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I'm going backwards to water from wine
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I look for joy it's in the cracks sometimes
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I can hear music but it's been locked inside
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