(Benson)
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This is only a bird's eye view of how I
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See things between me and you
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And everyone in between
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It's just how it seems to be
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You can't escape the jails
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Or the crucifier's nails
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So just have a seat
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Breathe slowly and deeply
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Repeat after me: i'm sorry
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The tv's always on
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And if you press your ear to the wall
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You can hear you can hear
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The tears hit the floor
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You can see right through to the core
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If you just wear these special glasses
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I've got a theory
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About the man and his wife
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And how the other half dies
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And what really goes on when they're all alone
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So dress your sons and daughters
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In neutral colors and pray
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So dress your sons and daughters
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Bird's Eye View
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Brendan Benson |