I'm not the priziest horse or the classiest fighter
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with shattered glass in my voice
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writing my name on the wall with the fingers my highschool gave me; I'm still
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counting electric sheep at night, in love with an electric blanket
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in fact I make love with electric outlets
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In my sleep, it's all flying pigs and things that want me dead;
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when I'm awake, it isn't much different. It's not them versus us
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the battle wages over future addictions
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Something's missing, and I can't quite focus on it
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Oh, it must be the disappearing act we all put with our dreams
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They'll never find me as long as I keep smudging off into the background
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And continue to sink through the sidewalk with my head under a bench, to see
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who hears me, narrating their lives by the way they hold their money so tight
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so they could send their kids off, but the best historians sleep on benches
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(Why is everybody sleeping on benches?)
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I've been a rock as long as I've lived
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since everything has to be a nobel prize winner
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I should've quit when I saved the ozone
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I should have known if I can't feel the ones I came with, it's a good time to rest
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and hold fear at bay like some hold the margins they need to survive in
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Barely alive, and you want me to lighten up?
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Make an angel on the beach or pick a boquet in your garden
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Call me when they drop redemption upon you like a piano
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record the noise it makes when it flattens your hands
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Then you realize it was only a dream and you were tied to a tree the whole time
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watching friends drag by 'cause they can't look at the scars under your eyes
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Burned to hell covered by locusts, they're trying to quote us
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now that they finally broke us into ridiculous names and meaningless titles
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I won't forget, the little things escape
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through the pores in my skin so I can pour it on thick
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And watch them scurry to escape the glass, leave the collection
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and have a life of their own, well get rich you'll hate it too..
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I promise..
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[Chorus]
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In this life all I have, a falling sky in my arms
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it's not that heavy, make pretend
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it's someone else's party, what a gas
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Shaking the hands that never trembles and always land on my feet
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At this present elevation, I can't see past my feet
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between God's bald spots where the sky stops
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I'm one of the Earth's latest gallstones
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despite all the America going on, it's all Rome
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Go get unstuck, don't lose sleep 'til you cant find solace
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in the fact that you can barely control yourself. Let alone
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we're all tied down; since our wings got clipped, and lately can't sing enough
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In the party that never ends, 'cause no one knows how to clean up the mess
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What's up with all the gags?
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Everyone around me has these holes drilled through 'em
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and someone on the other side is trying to figure it out. Dying to be someone
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killing to be recognized as something that you're not
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Well since we're all so into introductions, don't forget your names
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Since you love yourself so much, keep it away from me
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'Cause I've baked under artificial lights with artificial girls
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and that sinking feeling there's someone sleeping inside my sleepless body
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Quit playing kid games with your old tongue
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'til you can find someone to buy future epiphanies from. Here's one:
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I live in the city and leave everything alone, yesterday it was all TV
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After all is said and done, we barely have memories
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so I write what I feel, sue me if it's empty
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Imagine that, I'm barely human, I'm barely human..
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[Chorus]
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In this life all I have, a falling sky in my arms
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it's not that heavy, make pretend
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it's someone else's party, what a gas
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The Priziest Horse
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