Soul, cast me out
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So I can feel it in another way
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I won't talk about
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Whoa, passenger's hide
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If I can feed it for another day
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It might run me dry
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I know the seasons evolve to a freeze
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Putting hearts in the balance here
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It's up to your knees
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And it's shifting degrees
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And it's choking your atmosphere
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Soul, wind me out
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So I can feel it in another way
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They won't talk about
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Whoa, massacre sides
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Distant figure in a photograph
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Another eye
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I know your reason is stout
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And your freedoms dissolved in your passion dear
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It's burning your eyes and it's killing your mind
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And it's poking your atmosphere
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But should you find it obscene in that gray
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All dramatic series young hearts say
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Lord, if you've got loss
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Come on, shout me out
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Shout Me Out
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TV On The Radio |