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[ti:the weirds] |
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[ar:katie costello] |
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Tiny raindrops salute gravity |
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The pavement smells like the taste of blood |
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I need to get out of here –even the trees are gilded |
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Smiles ooze of depression with no creative perks |
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I ’ve overstayed my welcome in this life |
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And it seems as though time won ’t tell you exactly what you ’d like |
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I ’ve given up on waving off the flies that have blackened my mind - |
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My sugarcoated mind |
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Why can ’t I whistle?And why can ’t I cry? |
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Why can ’t I be the way I wish I liked? |
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I guess I have The Weirds |
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Which truth is true?And which real is real? |
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Why must we whistle to what we cannot feel? |
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I guess I have The Weirds,oh I have them bad,and it ’s so sad |
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Starring contests with eggshell-tinted walls |
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It ’s all that seems productive –you ’d be surprised |
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Procrastination Nation is where I ’ve learned to live |
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Turn on the tube,romanticized until you can ’t move |
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I ’ve overstayed my welcome in this life |
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And it seems as though time won ’t tell you exactly what you ’d like |
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I ’ve given up on waving off the flies that have blackened my mind - |
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My sugarcoated mind |
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Why can ’t I whistle?And why can ’t I cry? |
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Why can ’t I love you the way I wish I liked? |
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I guess I have The Weirds |
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Which truth is true?And which real is real? |
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Why must we whistle to what we cannot feel? |
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I guess I have The Weirds,oh I have them bad,and it ’s so sad |
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Why can ’t I whistle?And why can ’t I cry? |
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Why can ’t I love you more than what I ’d like? |
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I guess I have The Weirds,oh I have them bad,and it ’s so sad |
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Prisoner of the mind,trapped within the confines |
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Of self expectation,of obligation – |
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I guess I ’ll be just fine |
