| Pass the shops on the way in
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| I’m defined by what I bought and what I didn’t
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| Catch a reflection of myself, I’m gorgeous
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| Across the train aisle, I pull a half-smile
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| I’m dead to everything else
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| I’m dead to everything else
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| Yeah, I think I better leave soon
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| Yeah, I think I better leave soon
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| Yeah, I think I better leave soon
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| Get a load o' this one
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| Says he’s crackin' up from the hair down
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| «Everything's connected,» he says
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| I’m dead to everything else
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| Self-editin' a private hell
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| Yeah, I think I better leave soon
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| Yeah, I think I better leave soon
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| Yeah, I think I better leave soon
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| Back at home in the meantime
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| I imagine you pacin' the room
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| Spittin' outtakes of conversation that didn’t make the cut
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| I’m dead to everything else
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| I was cuttin' you out and I was up myself
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| You don’t exist outside
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| But you can’t stand within
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| I’m not myself, I’m not myself
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| You don’t exist outside
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| But you can’t stand within
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| I’m not myself, I’m not myself
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| You don’t exist outside
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| But you can’t stand within
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| I’m tryin' to get out while I still can
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| I’m tryin' to get out while I still can
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| I’m tryin' to get out while I still can
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| I’m not clever enough to pull the world through this
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| Nothin' ever got solved at three in the mornin'
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| It’s all hot air and bluster and showin' off
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| Let’s just all get our dicks out and see if we’re so bothered by
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| Pourin' all the energy into screens
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| Burnin' up the air, drivin' litres a day
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| My head is spinnin', I’m standin' on an icecap
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| Revellin' in my own conclusion and it’s fucked
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| I’m tryin' to get out while I still can
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| I’m tryin' to get out while I still can
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| I’m tryin' to get out while I still can
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| I’m tryin' to get out while I still can |