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Blaring through the walls afraid to be alone,
Tuning out i compress in my headphones,
Convert my surroundings for five seconds at a time,
For five seconds where I'm real, and I'm thinking how nothing sells like fear,
White label, back to work, shaded in hyper-speed,
Incandescent fingertips run through your hair,
Enter all the things I miss with frequency and uncertainty,
I can't speak again, so i won't speak,
I turn to see my lips across the room talking to me on the wall,
I don't recognize my voice but I feel it,
Somewhere between light and sound,
Vibrations in the air press my cheekbones,
The walls are moving further away,
My lips are gone,
I can’t speak again, I can’t speak again, I can’t speak again…
I can’t speak again, I can’t speak again, I can’t speak again…
I can’t speak again, I can’t speak again, so I won’t speak.
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my headache lives in your basement, painting x's on the faces, in the magazines, that come for free, on the pages that free the streets, black-and-white photo, red underline, images folding in section five, this waiting room's a little too bright, for my eyes that try to hide, on the table electric holiday, all the faces that we'll never see, black light one: conversation, we'll take five for indignation, my errant mind has left the building, and our white lies are quickly turning black
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My contact lens is ripped in half,
Soft like a knife in a heart,
That’s retiring from working in the mines of Los Angeles,
And your latest press release,
I don’t see you and me lasting for a year,
If the papers lied and the music tried we’ll be far away from here,
On a train to the London Island to blend in with the sheep,
That made a conversation, while we counted in our sleep to ourselves,
The microfilm is ripped in half,
Soft like a black and white car,
In flames for the New Year’s Eve in a place made of gold,
And wax and white teeth,
I don’t see you and me lasting for a year,
If the papers lied and the music tried we’ll be far away from here,
On a train to the London Island to blend in with the sheep,
That made a conversation, while we counted in our sleep on ourselves,
This is for forever,
This is for forever,
This is for forever,
On this New Year’s Eve,
Off like a kite in the dark,
With a note on the bed for a man to find,
Lovers lost for life,
I don’t see this,
I don’t see this,
For you and me.
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Radio lies,
Rock your wedding with style,
Radio lies,
Rock your wedding with style,
No guarantee you'll cry,
But believe we'll fuckin' try,
I'm in disguise in this now, I'm in disguise,
I'm in disguise in this now, I'm in disguise,
Not tears of joy,
Or the fashion of late,
Cause the DNA they find,
Cannot keep you safe,
From the...
Radio lies, radio lies
Radio lies, radio lies
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Right from the city,
Right in front of our faces,
The faces of those prison breaks,
I’ve been waiting for so long,
I think we’re breaking up, babe,
Yeah, we’re breaking up,
Hide from the streets,
Hide from our faces,
The faces of the west
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I spend hours each day in internet cafés,
It's just what I do these days,
It's how I've become used to everything,
Everything is there,
I visit the same five sites over again,
Trying to stay up to date,
Maybe it helps me feel less incomplete,
Not messaging no one, just my ersatz social world,
Photograph me now, they're imaging my brain,
Trying to correlate failure / delay,
Who's funding this research, I don't know,
But I've got wires on my head that,
Tell you how I feel,
I'm sitting in front of a flat-screen TV,
Found out today that a friend of a friend,
Heroine, I can't help but think,
How you could be interesting,
Amber a friend, a friend of a friend,
Amber a friend, a friend of a friend,
Amber a friend, a friend of a friend,
Amber a friend, a friend of a friend.
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Checking for eyes in a mirror,
I’ve been meaning to smash,
No surprises here,
Riding on time,
Closed for disclosure,
Like a smash-hit actress,
Did I just lose her?
Like the fight for my memory,
Polluted dreams on Xmas eve,
Writing tomorrow’s lines,
With revolvers,
In fashion in life-vests,
That we came across in the lost and found,
I’ll go strapless,
In case I get the guts to drown,
Like the fight for my self relief,
Vacant user and naïve,
In an echo of tomorrow’s line's,
Disclosure narcotic,
In fashion in life-vests,
That we came across in the lost and found,
I’ll go strapless,
Like a smash hit too late to drown,
In fashion in plastic,
That we stole from her mother's house,
I wouldn’t notice,
If we stole something else,
If we stole something else.
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I spend hours each day in internet cafés,
It's just what I do these days,
It's how I've become used to everything,
Everything is there,
I visit the same five sites over again,
Trying to stay up to date,
Maybe it helps me feel less incomplete,
Not messaging no one, just my ersatz social world,
Photograph me now, they're imaging my brain,
Trying to correlate failure / delay,
Who's funding this research, I don't know,
But I've got wires on my head that,
Tell you how I feel,
I'm sitting in front of a flat-screen TV,
Found out today that a friend of a friend,
Heroine, I can't help but think,
How you could be interesting,
Amber a friend, a friend of a friend,
Amber a friend, a friend of a friend,
Amber a friend, a friend of a friend,
Amber a friend, a friend of a friend.
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