| I don’t know your feelings on the brain
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| Are they lost in paper and are you the same?
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| Do you try your hardest in the night?
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| She’ll never tell you but you’ll make her lie
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| In outer space with no breath left to waste
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| They think you’re lost; |
| It’s a real big place
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| Drag your lonesome down to the store
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| For groceries, then spill the milk on the floor
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| I don’t know the time of day
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| Or the how, of how it comes
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| But it’ll soon be on the way
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| Or on the run
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| Pick a room and hope that you are first
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| Wait it out till morning
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| Smell the blood on your shirt
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| All your friends they nod and push and shove
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| Go and lend her your lips
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| And hope that it’s enough
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| Oh my brain is working overtime
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| Running round the cogs
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| Keeping them in line
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| I don’t know your feelings on my thoughts
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| I am drunk, but still not in love
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| I don’t know the time of day
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| Or the how, of how it comes
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| But it’ll soon be on the way
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| Or on the run
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| I don’t know you
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| But I’ll listen
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| To all the muddled
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| Talk of the weight of the world
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| I don’t know you, but I’d like to
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| Think of all the thoughts
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| We would think (if we were to)
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| I don’t know your feelings on the brain
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| Are they lost in paper and are you the same?
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| I don’t know your feelings on my thoughts
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| I am drunk, but still not in love
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| I don’t know the time of day
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| Or the how, of how it comes
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| But it’ll soon be on the way
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| Or on the run
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| I don’t know your feelings on the brain |