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Wide awake in the candlelight/ stoned straight, crashing/ ocean wave patterns and sunset/ in their prime/ shoulder demons tell me/ how
to lie when it matters/ and you better hope/ that you see it coming
Painted grey and blurry/ i am waiting for the sock to drop/ yes i can fake it, hide, run away/ when there's nothing left to know...nothing
Lonely like a living room/ hallway noises and interviews/ squeeze the globe in between/ your legs and hope god knows/ when to show
his face when it matters/ and you better hope/ that you're feeling something
Pained by the worry/ i am stained by the learning/ of what i can't feel, see, think, undo/ i'm going to mexico where there's / nothing but
the sun...nothing
The four walls entertaining/ me are symbols of my contentment/ of mental and legal poverty/ nine out of ten can't be wrong/ i have
never learned/ the secret of velocity/ as i expand i feel small/ i have nothing left/ that i can draw from/ i have nothing left...nothing