Where are we? What the hell is going on?
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The dust has only just begun to fall
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Crop circles in the carpet, sinking, feeling
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Spin me 'round again and rub my eyes
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This can't be happening
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When busy streets amass with people
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Would stop to hold their heads heavy
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Hide and seek
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Trains and sewing machines
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All those years they were here first
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Oily marks appear on walls
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Where pleasure moments hung before
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The takeover, the sweeping insensitivity of this still life
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Hide and seek
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Trains and sewing machines. (Oh, you won't catch me around here)
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Blood and tears
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They were here first
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Mmm, what you say?
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Mm, that you only meant well? Well, of course you did
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Mmm, what you say?
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Mm, that it's all for the best? Of course it is.
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Mmm, what you say?
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Mm, that it's just what we need? And you decided this
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What you say?
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Mmm, what did you say?
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Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth
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Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs
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Speak no feeling, no I don't believe you
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You don't care a bit. You don't care a bit
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(hide and seek)
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Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth
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Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs
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(hide and seek)
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Speak no feeling, no I don't believe you
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You don't care a bit. You don't care a bit
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(hide and seek)
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You don't care a bit
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You don't care a bit
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You don't care a bit
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(hide and seek)
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You don't care a bit
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You don't care a bit
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Hide and Seek
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| Christina Grimmie |
