Well there's an ideal inside of me,
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That we're nothing at all.
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There's nothing threatening controlling me,
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In fact there's nothing at all.
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And still the wheel turning's all I'll be,
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It carries on til you crawl.
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You gotta know what you want to be,
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But there's no number to call.
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You got a feeling nothing here is free,
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'Cause you grew up in a mall.
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Your mom she called you while on TV
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And you can still hear her bawl.
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You got a million things you want to flee,
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Smuggle an ounce in a doll.
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You cut your eyes so you can finally see,
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That there ain't nothing at all.
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Turns out there's nothing at all.
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There must be a flaw in this fable I,
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Have to contend with all night.
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Wasn't alive back in the sixties,
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Somehow that was my fault.
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I'm just a shell empty as can be,
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Yeah, I've got nothing at all.
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You want to put your trust in some solid thing,
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Yeah, its a drug to us all.
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But there's no ideal inside of me,
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So I got nothing at all,
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No I got nothing at all,
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And I got nothing at all.
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Must be a fault in this fable I,
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Have to contend with all night,
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Such a danger so we gotta slide,
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Into the depths of the salt mine.
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There's nothing at all (8x)
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Nothing At All
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The Shins |