| Drifting in and out, half asleep
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| Slipped on the wet tiles around the pool
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| I split my head down the front
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| You screamed and you slipped in my own blood
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| And in the morning, when I wake up
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| Try to catch up with what’s already in motion
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| And I see people on the street
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| They don’t know that I’m obsessed with them
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| I go to work and take it slow
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| I see the city, see people falling from windows
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| And where’s the inspiration on an endless trip?
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| I never see it coming 'til I hit the ground running
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| I made a call, you didn’t answer
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| Said I’d call you back later
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| Never thought too much about the future
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| Until everything moves faster than it used to
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| But my perception of time
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| Just catching up from where I left it behind
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| And every day and every night
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| I try to rein in any excess in motion
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| I wrote a book full of things I’ll never do
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| Yeah, I’m obsessed with them
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| I get back home and can’t slow down
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| I see the city when I close my eyes
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| And my face under the weight of my beating head
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| Until I’m dying in my sleep again
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| An ounce of care I never had
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| For anyone on my future
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| Never thought about the bigger picture
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| Until nothing’s like I’m used to
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| I made a call, you didn’t answer
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| Said I’d call you back later
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| Never thought too much about the future
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| Until nothing’s like I’m used to |