I can't I can't I can't I can't get past the way to
I'm always been around and hanging upside down
down...
The drain with the keys to the attic with the lights out
Washed away and replaced by the sound of the splitters
crashing to the floor
I've been here before
Freakshow in between
I can't ignore
All the fun
Laying in the sun
There's the scent of a couch
A crack and a slouch
I have to make some moves to fill these grooves
I can't go on
O-o-on thinkin' anyone will
Wake me here before
Before i end it all
Choking on the leaves
So bittersweet
Is it true?
Is it true?
Alright
I can't I can't I can't I can't get past the way to
I'm always been around and hanging upside down
down...
The drain with the keys to the attic with the lights out
Washed away and replaced by the sound of the splitters
Crashing to the floor
I've been here before
Choking on the leaves
So bittersweet

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