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seems like you just |
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started noticing |
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how noticably bad things really are |
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and when you walked past this couple arguing |
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in a rolled up window |
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of a parked car |
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and all of that |
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gesticulated bitterness |
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and all of that |
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muffled yelling hell |
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its dark just starts wafting at you |
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like a big fury rat died |
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inside of that wall kinda smell |
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breathe like it's rolling like a cold front |
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thunder is thundering and lightening in tow |
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and your tiny little life gets |
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even smaller |
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as you heed the heaven's mighty show |
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and I don't mean heaven |
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like god-like |
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the animal in me knows very well |
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nature is our teacher, our leader, and our lover |
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and god is just another story that we tell |
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and you're trying not to grasp-not to start grasping |
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at straws -or sticks- or stones |
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just learn how to sit inside your sadness |
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even if you're sitting there alone |
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it's just like Icarus ascending |
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never intending to look back |
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nature's law and your tragic flaw |
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I find descending |
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flying into the arms of a Venus flytrap |
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guzzle till the buzzer stops |
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guzzle till the buzzer stops |
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guzzle till the buzzer stops |
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guzzle till the buzzer stops |
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guzzle till the buzzer stops |
