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feels like someone dropped my eyes <br />in a cradle of needles <br />like you'd drop ice cubs in a bar glass <br />i stare out from behind my eight a.m. sting <br />through the passenger side of this rented van's dash <br />i am a boy, who snuck in his father's closet <br />put on a suit, and got hired for his father's job <br />and before i could push my hand <br />through the oversized sleeve to stop it <br />i was hired on the spot <br />and now i am a travelling salesmen <br />i am eeking out a living <br />breathing, missing, pitching, lying <br />i am a travelling salesmen <br />body fastened tight around the child <br />i'm swimming in it <br />and when i find myself <br />behind the wheel in my sleep <br />which is everynight <br />i realize, only thought i could drive <br />but i figure if i can <br />stay unconcious for half the day <br />i double my chances to get it right <br /><br />just choose a destination <br />any destination <br />see the destination <br />to make it there just once <br />i wanna put one foot <br />in front of the other <br />and be one step ahead <br />of where i was <br /><br />i don't get up <br />with the majority <br />i don't go out <br />with a fingernail <br />i don't get up <br />i don't get down <br />but i still breathe <br />at least for now <br />i don't get up <br />i don't go out <br />i don't move, won't lose <br />and i won't breakdown <br /><br />keeping buying my suits smaller and smaller <br />hoping i will be demoted when they notice <br />keep leaving my cells in your sisters and daughters <br />to try and escape disguised as my own kid <br />i'd sell cheap encyclopedias, vacuums <br />i'd sell my own soul <br />throw open the backroom's doors and show you <br />that nobody knows how the cars <br />get us all where we're going <br />you can turn the wheel <br />but it won't be controlled <br />you can shake when you go out <br />collapse back home <br />the little victories <br />are gifts from coincidence <br />each sale's just a ??? <br />the vacant chambers are infinite <br />you didn't get shit from the universe <br />until the barrel turns <br />to the place where the bullet waits <br />and everything you've earned <br />is reduced to its actual value <br />that's how you understand <br />the boulder always falls back downhill <br />each sentiment expressed <br />was born to recreation <br />and the energy can not be remade <br />we change its state <br />call our new music groundbreaking <br />but ??? takes <br />and eventually all the noise we make <br />will go away <br /><br />but i'm just a boy in my father's suit <br />what do i know? <br />i shouldn't be here <br />but since i am <br />can i interest you in a little snakeoil? <br /><br />i don't get up <br />with the majority <br />i don't go out <br />with a fingernail <br />i don't get up <br />i don't get down <br />but i still breathe <br />at least for now <br />i don't get up <br />i don't go out <br />i don't move, won't lose <br />and i won't breakdown
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feels like someone dropped my eyes <br />in a cradle of needles <br />like you'd drop ice cubs in a bar glass <br />i stare out from behind my eight a.m. sting <br />through the passenger side of this rented van's dash <br />i am a boy, who snuck in his father's closet <br />put on a suit, and got hired for his father's job <br />and before i could push my hand <br />through the oversized sleeve to stop it <br />i was hired on the spot <br />and now i am a travelling salesmen <br />i am eeking out a living <br />breathing, missing, pitching, lying <br />i am a travelling salesmen <br />body fastened tight around the child <br />i'm swimming in it <br />and when i find myself <br />behind the wheel in my sleep <br />which is everynight <br />i realize, only thought i could drive <br />but i figure if i can <br />stay unconcious for half the day <br />i double my chances to get it right <br /><br />just choose a destination <br />any destination <br />see the destination <br />to make it there just once <br />i wanna put one foot <br />in front of the other <br />and be one step ahead <br />of where i was <br /><br />i don't get up <br />with the majority <br />i don't go out <br />with a fingernail <br />i don't get up <br />i don't get down <br />but i still breathe <br />at least for now <br />i don't get up <br />i don't go out <br />i don't move, won't lose <br />and i won't breakdown <br /><br />keeping buying my suits smaller and smaller <br />hoping i will be demoted when they notice <br />keep leaving my cells in your sisters and daughters <br />to try and escape disguised as my own kid <br />i'd sell cheap encyclopedias, vacuums <br />i'd sell my own soul <br />throw open the backroom's doors and show you <br />that nobody knows how the cars <br />get us all where we're going <br />you can turn the wheel <br />but it won't be controlled <br />you can shake when you go out <br />collapse back home <br />the little victories <br />are gifts from coincidence <br />each sale's just a ??? <br />the vacant chambers are infinite <br />you didn't get shit from the universe <br />until the barrel turns <br />to the place where the bullet waits <br />and everything you've earned <br />is reduced to its actual value <br />that's how you understand <br />the boulder always falls back downhill <br />each sentiment expressed <br />was born to recreation <br />and the energy can not be remade <br />we change its state <br />call our new music groundbreaking <br />but ??? takes <br />and eventually all the noise we make <br />will go away <br /><br />but i'm just a boy in my father's suit <br />what do i know? <br />i shouldn't be here <br />but since i am <br />can i interest you in a little snakeoil? <br /><br />i don't get up <br />with the majority <br />i don't go out <br />with a fingernail <br />i don't get up <br />i don't get down <br />but i still breathe <br />at least for now <br />i don't get up <br />i don't go out <br />i don't move, won't lose <br />and i won't breakdown
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