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I found out a hole just to get here
Don't we just love charging through sand
I pulled me through the window
My hands are a mess of glass
Everyone lives in the future
I'm stuck in recording my past
Disgusting self-obsession
My head is a ball of gas
Wouldn't it be funny if we met up
So I can see all of the grains of sand
That I wasted
Fill the desert I'm stranded in
Still dream of a red room with a lampshade
Oh, and I think of when I ran the garden on you
And it's been years
And sometimes I don't care
My body's a wasting man
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They're holding hands
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They can't stand under the dark
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They're watching their history
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They're leaving the cold water side
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Oh man, how embarrassing
No trophies to show my friends
Scared I'll be made an example
I need a guide dog, not a femme fatale
You're a child, it's so commonplace
Oh God, I'm a failing man
You're a failing man
You're a failing man
You're a failing man
You're a failing man