You flush a fish down a toilet and look down to
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See your second hand is dead still.
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You think them somehow connected but you can't be
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Sure and it's just as well.
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What to do next when the shit piles up?
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You can't decide. You go outside.
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Stand in the moonlight drinking coffee from a paper cup.
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You'd almost swear you hear voices, but you know it's
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Nothing but a noisey, guilty conscience.
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You hear monotonous noises. It's that time of night
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Its so predictable.
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Oh what a feeling to listen to your blood.
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The way it feels when it congeals,
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Like someone sucked you dry and pumped you full of rocks and mud.
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Close your eyes.
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No traffic, in or out.
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Tired eyes
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No traffic, in or out
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You won't decide anything tonight. No need to
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Rush things, they'll keep until tomorrow.
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Just make a fresh pot of coffee and stay up
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All night and get nothing done.
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Don't you hate preference? I know you hate choice
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Just hang your limbs out in the wind
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And clear your throat because you don't know when you'll need your
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Voice
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You hope it won't be long before you're back in
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The action like a moth around a light bulb, but
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Who gets to say when the switch flips and the
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Light goes off and you fly away.
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You could be standing and watching city lights
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But where you'll be is where you'll be
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And what you do is up to you. Stand still you've got the right
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Close your eyes
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No traffic, in or out
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Tired eyes
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No traffic, in or out
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I think I see the East, I think I see the East
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And as I face the East, I swear I taste the East
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I've got to go back East
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Where there's no traffic, in or out.
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No Traffic
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