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Get up, turn the dial, get down Close one eye and dance around wearing a styrofoam crown An appliance with a set of three eyes Hovering above us, coming through windows, now its inside Phone rang, at the end of the line Ma, she worried, something ain't right Is it my turn to die? Long hall, on a three-wheeled bike Dodging sharp arrows Space opens I can see the exit sign And then I trip I trip, into a black hole And I slip I slip, All the way down And when I wake I wake, well some of it sticks Don't tell me my dreams are fake Sometimes I get glimpses from the future He wrote 'The Book of the Absent Man' Last I heard he was selling snake oil somewhere in Japan Drunk drivel by day, grift by night If you got a pulse, give Ruth a call You know ya gotta set things right Interference, got static in the attic But the winds of change are gonna blow it all away You tell me 'there's no need to panic' Silhouette at the edge of my bed My legs won't move, my mouth won't open I'm frozen instead And then I trip I trip, into a black hole And I slip I slip, All the way down And when I wake I wake, well some of it sticks Don't tell me my dreams are fake Sometimes I get glimpses from the future
Writer(s): Ryan Rebo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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