| Steady, unbreakable, consistent, fast
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| Dirt, everything begins in the distant past
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| The sun rose, a clock started counting, a noise came
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| I got a crush on a girl with a boy’s name
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| Starting with nothing and building a tragic notion
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| With sparks, a hammer and nail, a magic potion
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| And driftwood, ideas this good rarely fail
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| Anniversary time, a nursery rhyme, a fairy tale
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| The color green, the greatest hits and worst misses
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| Laying down in the bed together and first kisses
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| Which way is up, and whose fingerprints is this
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| Being born is agony and ignorance is bliss
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| And I’m so lost
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| I’m so lost
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| I’m so lost
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| I’m so lost
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| I’m so lost
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| And right now the night owl delivers us to bad dreams
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| Tears that turn into vapor and sad screams
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| War all the time, this is how the attack sounded
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| Objects of desire obscured and backgrounded
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| It’s unfair, one pair tortured and separated
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| Red is the color now, everything’s decorated
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| It’s the hand you’re dealt and the card played
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| Burning the house down and learning the hard way
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| Digging the exact same hole that’s been dug before
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| Sexual want, and it’s a perpetual tug of war
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| Exploding hearts and mistakes that spark demolition
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| Hunger with sharp claws and dark premonition
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| And I’m so lost
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| I’m so lost
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| I’m so lost
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| I’m so lost
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| I’m so lost
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| Carefully-organized cruelty and measured violence
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| Treasured silence, stranded on desert islands
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| Dull pain that holds me with deep persistence
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| Freezing cold and being told to keep your distance
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| The blood that won’t stop bleeding is hell’s prize
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| Cursing yourself and the mirror that tells lies
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| Voices are everywhere I look and keep talking
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| Memory serves and the whole world is sleepwalking
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| Bad things, bad things on the checklist
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| Already checked off, random and reckless
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| Breathing fire and outrage, I swear and swear
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| It’s everyday life, the jackhammer and wear and tear
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| I question myself and the reply of the swarm
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| The slow death of the pen and the eye of the storm
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| Inside the lightning bolts and the snakes are woken
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| Feels like hell on wheels and the brakes are broken
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| And I’m so lost
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| I’m so lost
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| I’m so lost
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| I’m so lost
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| I’m so lost
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| I’m so lost
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| I’m so lost
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| I’m so lost
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| I’m so lost
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| I’m so lost
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| I’m so
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| Here comes the end, it’s the future, belief
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| And with it comes death, and what a relief
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| It’s nighttime, the color black, it’s the void
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| And sometimes it’s pretty when things are destroyed
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| This is what love looks like, it’s unbearable
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| The sun is a constant, the moon is a variable
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| It’s the shedding of skin, of time and regret
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| Remembering how good it feels to forget
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| And I’m so lost
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| I’m so lost
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| I’m so lost
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| I’m so lost
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| I’m so lost
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| I’m so lost |