body
| You've got to take your mind off him |
| But not with aspirins |
| You won't |
| You won't let your family in |
| Like smoke your body comes |
| Through the gaps in the urban slums |
| You try |
| You try to speak american |
| When you don't know what you want |
| You end up finding that you haunt your own |
| Your own life |
| You're the daylight ghost that creeps |
| You're the empty city streets and I |
| And I see you |
| And those talkshows fill your days |
| Something is slipping away |
| Sometimes it feels like you don't have a body |
| Your skin is cellophane |
| You know I feel the same |
| Sometimes it feels like you don't have a body |
| When you make a cup of tea |
| You act like it's alchemy |
| But it's not |
| It's not what you think it to be |
| Seeing everything as signs |
| Seeing everything as lines always |
| Always lying saying you're fine |
| When you don't know what you want |
| You end up finding that you haunt your own |
| Your own life |
| You're the daylight ghost that creeps |
| You're the empty city streets and I |
| And I see you |
| And those talkshows fill your days |
| Something is slipping away |
| Sometimes it feels like you don't have a body |
| Your skin is cellophane |
| You know I feel the same |
| Sometimes it feels like you don't have a body |
| When you don't know what you want |
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