My eyes go where I say so
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But not always, and not when you walk by
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And my feet move where I tell them to
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But not when they are chasing after you
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And now I just don¡¯t know what I should do
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I'm twisted all around like some cartoon
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But I don¡¯t mind
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No, I don¡¯t mind
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Just stay close by
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Like, all the time
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'Cause either I¡¯d bleed dry
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Or keep this thorn in my side
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But I don¡¯t mind
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On all fours on a hotel floor
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My closest hand was halfway round the world
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And my room's key unbeknownst to me
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Had cut my eye as I wiped at my face
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While trying to move some heavy stuff away
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Now I'm bleeding in an unfamiliar place
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Guess I don¡¯t mind
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No, I don¡¯t mind
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As I lay down to sleep the night
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I gave a call to the crisis line
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But I don¡¯t mind
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I spun the tucker telephone
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I turned my eyes to bone
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I kept dialing your number
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But you were not at home
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You're not alone
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And now I just don¡¯t know what I should do
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I'm twisted all around like some cartoon
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But I don¡¯t mind
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No, I don¡¯t mind
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Just stay close by
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Like, all the time
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'Cause either I¡¯d bleed dry
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Or keep this thorn in my side
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But I don¡¯t mind
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'Cause either I'd bleed dry
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Or keep this thorn in my side
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But I don¡¯t mind
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I Don't Mind
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Phantom Planet |