All this noise is making me nervous
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I feel every slammed door and drunken laugh
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Sometimes there's no room for breathing
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Take me to a colony and leave me in Antarctica
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The living germs keep these buildings alive
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And every day we feed them with our dirt and rotten memories
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The front window in the house his mother left him
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Is just another beacon in a sea of dark yellow
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This place speaks to him, it's got its own language
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Cold comfort through the gill cracked plaster
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Looks at him with eyes in paint blisters
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Squeezes music through cheap transistors
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Voices of mothers with their prisoners for brothers
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And the bug-eyed little creatures terrifying stupid teachers
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Who then take it out on weaklings, spawning killing spree control freaks
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Who get married in their prisons to abused and lonely women
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I'm clean and I'm clinging
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Like I've never held on to anything in my life
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I'm clean and I'm clinging to you
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I'm clean and I'm clinging
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Like I've never held on to anything in my life
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I'm clean and I'm clinging to you
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I'm clean and I'm clinging
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Like I've never held on to anything in my life
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I'm clean and I'm clinging to you
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I'm clean and I'm clinging, yeah
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Like I've never held on to anything in my life
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I'm clean and I'm clinging to you
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Safe
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Therapy? |