| Song | Intrapersonal |
| Artist | Turnover |
| Album | Peripheral Vision |
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| I can see you beside me, | |
| in my peripheral vision, | |
| Always right there, | |
| Always aware, | |
| Of this manic depressive condition | |
| There’s a fever burning up in me, | |
| I’m tangled up inside a sinking feeling, | |
| Slipping out of touch with the controls, | |
| It’s all intrapersonal. | |
| Lay my head down, | |
| Try and sleep now, | |
| Can’t slow down my mind. | |
| Close my eyes, try to find, | |
| A train of thought I can hop, | |
| Out of the mess I grew in my head, | |
| Afraid I won’t know how to stop | |
| And I want to know, | |
| And I want to know, | |
| And I want to know | |
| Native delirium, | |
| Are you a daughter of | |
| This new insomnia, | |
| My hypochondria? | |
| Wilt me just past the bloom, | |
| Pull up my deepest roots, | |
| A graceful poison like | |
| a wave of vile blight. | |
| There’s a fever burning up in me, | |
| I’m tangled up inside a sinking feeling, | |
| Slipping out of touch with the controls, | |
| It’s all intrapersonal. |
| I can see you beside me, | |
| in my peripheral vision, | |
| Always right there, | |
| Always aware, | |
| Of this manic depressive condition | |
| There' s a fever burning up in me, | |
| I' m tangled up inside a sinking feeling, | |
| Slipping out of touch with the controls, | |
| It' s all intrapersonal. | |
| Lay my head down, | |
| Try and sleep now, | |
| Can' t slow down my mind. | |
| Close my eyes, try to find, | |
| A train of thought I can hop, | |
| Out of the mess I grew in my head, | |
| Afraid I won' t know how to stop | |
| And I want to know, | |
| And I want to know, | |
| And I want to know | |
| Native delirium, | |
| Are you a daughter of | |
| This new insomnia, | |
| My hypochondria? | |
| Wilt me just past the bloom, | |
| Pull up my deepest roots, | |
| A graceful poison like | |
| a wave of vile blight. | |
| There' s a fever burning up in me, | |
| I' m tangled up inside a sinking feeling, | |
| Slipping out of touch with the controls, | |
| It' s all intrapersonal. |
| I can see you beside me, | |
| in my peripheral vision, | |
| Always right there, | |
| Always aware, | |
| Of this manic depressive condition | |
| There' s a fever burning up in me, | |
| I' m tangled up inside a sinking feeling, | |
| Slipping out of touch with the controls, | |
| It' s all intrapersonal. | |
| Lay my head down, | |
| Try and sleep now, | |
| Can' t slow down my mind. | |
| Close my eyes, try to find, | |
| A train of thought I can hop, | |
| Out of the mess I grew in my head, | |
| Afraid I won' t know how to stop | |
| And I want to know, | |
| And I want to know, | |
| And I want to know | |
| Native delirium, | |
| Are you a daughter of | |
| This new insomnia, | |
| My hypochondria? | |
| Wilt me just past the bloom, | |
| Pull up my deepest roots, | |
| A graceful poison like | |
| a wave of vile blight. | |
| There' s a fever burning up in me, | |
| I' m tangled up inside a sinking feeling, | |
| Slipping out of touch with the controls, | |
| It' s all intrapersonal. |