It seems like nobody sleeps
Yeah that's how I feel
And well if nobody dreams
You think nothing's real
It's more fun to look back
Than to look forward
When you're the last one to speak,
Oh yeah I 'm so sure
It's your fault
I'm ready to admit to you,
All the stupid things
You made me do
You're killing time
No more,
Will you take up
Any of my space
Yeah I 'm selling
All my real estate,
I'm taking pictures
On the lawn
And no more,
Of your building
Plans to deviate
I'm finding all
That I can take
I'm taking pictures
And I 'm gone
You're killing time
Yeah, you're killing mine

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