I'm sick of twisting the knobs, your little baby's a slob
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I wanna love you but this house ain't built for two
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I think I panic a lot, not really sure what I've got
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I wanna love you but this house ain't built for two
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I'm sick of twisting the knobs
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(So where's my sweet love)
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I think I've hidden from myself, but there's too many layers
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I turn my head and cough
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Like I'm calling the cops
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Is there something more to you than just bible study?
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Turn your camera on
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You don't wanna miss this
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The way lighting shifts
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As it reflects off the water
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Below this sinking ship
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I feel your fingertips.. slipping away
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Can't shake the feeling now
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How far we've fallen down
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Like our best days are behind us
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You're the revisionist
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And I'm the narcissist.. drifting away
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To my sunstroke ghost dance gold corona
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Did I crack that lens, put my weight upon ya
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Does the manifest dictate to love and honor
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Can the creed uphold, can we repeat our mantra
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Trust my luck and show my feelings
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Cross my fingers, cards are dealing
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Busting out my skull shaped ceiling
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Hold my fucking body back
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I'm still raging from the sanction you placed upon the impoverished nations
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Delusions of grandeur, have some patience
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Hold my fucking body back
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I can't predict the future
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And I can't forget the past
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Can't focus any longer
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Desperate to make this last
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Keep us from going under
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Won't waste all that we have
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You called it in November
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And it burned up in a flash
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Burned up in a flash
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Feel the hangover in my mind
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But this one's a different kind
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Losing touch of the concept of time
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My senses are frozen
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Losing touch with my concept of time
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My senses are frozen
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I'm sick of twisting the knobs, your little baby's a slob
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I wanna love you but this house ain't built for two
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I think I panic a lot, not really sure what I've got
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I wanna love you but this house ain't built for two
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I'm sick of twisting the knobs
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(So where's my sweet love)
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I think I've hidden from myself, but there's too many layers
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I turn my head and cough
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Like I'm calling the cops
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Is there something more to you than just bible study?
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The Jiggler
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Dance Gavin Dance |