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Red letters on the dashboard, oh what a gift<br />They pursue us to the deep end and then depart<br />Watch as the cracks in the wall feel pain<br />For only patterns on a snake's back give us genuine fear<br /><br />And I cannot lie, faces drop into the fire<br />I get by all the time on a shelf above the door<br />And it shouldn't be clear but it's not for me to decide<br />It's a delicate degree<br />It's a number I can see<br /><br />Could prison cells be in my brain<br />For they're safe inside the cover of a dirty face<br />And everybody finds a college graduate with joy<br />While I'm happy just sipping tonic water with lemon and lime<br /><br />And I cannot lie, faces drop into the fire<br />I get by all the time on a shelf above the door<br />And it shouldn't be clear but it's not for me to decide<br />It's a delicate degree<br />It's a number I can see<br /><br />You sit at home up late at night<br />When it's beginning to arrive<br />And honestly<br />I don't see the need for any routines<br />I'm all out of sink, I cover my cuts<br />And hope they are fixed before I get hurt again<br /><br />And all this ground beneath my feet<br />Has decided not to crumble into the sea<br />I walked in a house, it smelt of paint<br />And the ceiling it has no trouble with me
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Red letters on the dashboard, oh what a gift<br />They pursue us to the deep end and then depart<br />Watch as the cracks in the wall feel pain<br />For only patterns on a snake's back give us genuine fear<br /><br />And I cannot lie, faces drop into the fire<br />I get by all the time on a shelf above the door<br />And it shouldn't be clear but it's not for me to decide<br />It's a delicate degree<br />It's a number I can see<br /><br />Could prison cells be in my brain<br />For they're safe inside the cover of a dirty face<br />And everybody finds a college graduate with joy<br />While I'm happy just sipping tonic water with lemon and lime<br /><br />And I cannot lie, faces drop into the fire<br />I get by all the time on a shelf above the door<br />And it shouldn't be clear but it's not for me to decide<br />It's a delicate degree<br />It's a number I can see<br /><br />You sit at home up late at night<br />When it's beginning to arrive<br />And honestly<br />I don't see the need for any routines<br />I'm all out of sink, I cover my cuts<br />And hope they are fixed before I get hurt again<br /><br />And all this ground beneath my feet<br />Has decided not to crumble into the sea<br />I walked in a house, it smelt of paint<br />And the ceiling it has no trouble with me
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