I'm up here in my bedroom, I'm never coming out.
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I've got some rearranging that I've got to figure out.
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Maybe it's the computer, maybe it's the TV.
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Maybe. Maybe Not. I doubt it. Maybe it's...
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I've lost communication between rational and doubt.
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Washed out the wave until it led me to the drought.
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And now I'm pissed and angry, just staring at the floor.
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I need a little more focus.
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Come on,
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This is ridiculous.
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How something small has become so big.
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Come on,
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I can't consider this.
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I can't consider this is how it's gotta be.
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I'm counting on the music to get me through the day.
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I'm counting on the anti-histamine so I can breathe.
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I'm choking on opinion, I'm coughing up conceit.
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Ha Ha Ha. Just try to throw that back at me.
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Drove twice through the same hour, and flew right through a day.
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Still it's not enough for me.
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Come on,
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This is ridiculous.
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How something small has become so big.
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Come on,
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I can't consider this.
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I can't consider this is how it's gotta be.
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1-2-3-4
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Come on (x7)
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Under My Feet
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| None More Black |
