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It's 6 am and the headlines read,
can you smell smoke, I can smell smoke,
it's way to early to shout fire and just walk out,
all I smell is bullshit,
I don't read the news anymore,
I don't read the news anymore,
crying wolf, getting paid,
crying wolf and getting paid
I'm having trouble, lifting my head,
as the clock turns, 6 am,
my bones ache through the sheets,
and the anxiety, comes back to me,
all at once.
And I gotta stop, eating straight from aluminum,
as if my life was some, end of days fantasy,
and I gotta stop, drinking so much liquid panic,
cause the rattling in my brain just won't let up,
it won't let up
I don't read the news anymore,
I don't read the news anymore,
crying wolf, getting paid,
crying wolf and getting paid
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Eastway
02:40
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Yeah a list of failed, rental agreements,
somebodies gone, burnt the toast again,
now I'm washing up, the plates and forks and knives,
getting drowned out, by the traffic outside
I see the eastway, a metaphor for my life,
I see rush hour both morning and night,
without leaving the house,
I'm never leaving this house
There's some guy in the kitchen, having a psychotic episode,
while i'm still in bed, cause I ain't got no job to go to,
eating beans on toast, drinking microwaved coffee,
and learning to be on my own,
reaching for nothing here at all,
I see the eastway, a metaphor for my life,
I see rush hour both morning and night,
without leaving the house,
I'm never leaving this house
I see the eastway
both morning and night
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I'm hung over and it's raining again,
and I'm staring out another bedroom window,
it's getting harder and she's getting angrier,
and I'm running out of ways to make you happy,
Yeah I been running round,
living in fucked up buildings,
I been running round,
setting things on fire,
and it didn't make a god damn difference,
no it change a god damn thing
So we've arrived at, the life we've chosen,
I'm bleeding so this must be real,
I've been winding up at, the same old conclusions,
over and again,
it seems we're paying, one way or another,
so name your fucking price,
and draw that line, in the sand,
cause we ain't coming back from this alive,
won't someone, teach me how to die right,
won't someone, teach me how to die right,
cause life's been, slipping through, my dirty fingers,
and I'm wearing it on my face,
girl what's been eating you alive?
lay that shit right on me,
and I'll dream up all your nightmares,
and maybe tonight we'll sleep just right,
and maybe tonight we'll sleep alright
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Get me a preacher
03:41
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Now I've been having, crack-pot dreams again,
about walls coming down, and kleptomaniac lovers,
renting an apartment from, the Costanza's,
Franks shouting back at me, while I'm sleeping ,
He showed me the definition of a million sleepless nights,
and how boredom never lies down,
is insomnia just a symptom of trying to get to sleep,
this far north, this far north,
or is this nightly suspension,
just a product of believing,
I'm believing
Swinging sledgehammers with this reckless abandonment,
man it's gotta, stand for something,
hanging from a third floor balcony,
cause there is just nothing left to do,
He showed me the definition of a million sleepless nights,
and how boredom never lies down,
is insomnia just a symptom of trying to get to sleep,
this far north, this far north,
or is this nightly suspension,
just a product of believing,
I don't need a doctor, get me a preacher,
or someone to lie to me,
cause we all need a little half truths sometimes
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