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The evidence on the pillow
It falls to the ground from the window
Stay on the couch
Get away from the window
Sometimes I can't tell you
All your clothes are in piles
Your closet's not closing
Your twelfth house is rising
The new age is coming
I'm falling to pieces
I'm breakin' up and wondering
All your, all your
All your opinions of me
Where were you when those men came?
Up in the cupboards and behind the dishes
The radio blasts from somebody's apartment
Because I've got one and you've got
The other's got one and I've got
I've got one and you've got
The other's got one and I've got
All your, all your, all your
On a mission gonna fly away
It could be so bigger than the rest
And it could be so bigger than the rest
And it could be so bigger than the rest
And it could be so bigger than the rest