| I been stammerin' |
| To the heat of your eclectic flare |
| Hot trash piercin' thru my stare |
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| That's how we found it |
| It was right where we left it |
| Do you think I'm grounded? |
| In something bigger than myself? |
| What is there more to see |
| Cluttered in uncertainty |
| Yeah, that's how we like it |
| More trick than psychic |
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| What if petty love turns into violence? |
| Who thought the cure was more than just this voice in my head? |
| I hear you clearly operator |
| But you look so lost to me |
| You'd make cool interrogator |
| But you ain't listening |
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| That's how we found it |
| It was right where we left it |
| Do you think I'm grounded? |
| In something bigger than myself? |
| What is there more to see |
| Cluttered in uncertainty |
| Yeah, that's how we like it |
| More trick than psychic |
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| There was music in the silence |
| It's all coming back to me |
| I went thru hell to find the courage |
| Maybe that's how it's sposed to be |
| Was I blinded by illusion? |
| It's all how you choose to see |
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| That's how we found it |
| It was right where we left it |
| Do you think I'm grounded? |
| In something bigger than myself? |
| What is there more to see |
| Cluttered in uncertainty |
| That's how we found it |
| It was right where we left it |
| Do you think I'm grounded? |
| In something bigger than myself? |
| What is there more to see |
| Cluttered in uncertainty |
| Yeah, that's how we like it |
| More trick than psychic |
|
| Yeah, that's how we like it |
| Yeah, that's how we like it |
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