(You take, take, take away)
I cannot believe or believe in anything
That I’m feeling now
The mind is such a crooked camera
Distorting every sight and sound
And I could never tell you what
I say to myself
Or how I am
Everything
I hate
I’ll float right through ya
You won’t feel a thing
Wake me up, wake me up
In my new home
I’m empty as a drug in coma
On a road made of branch and stone
And I could never kill, but I’ve thrown
A word or two
That has broken bones
So I set up the table just to seat myself
And then I ate
Everything
I’ll float right through ya
You won’t feel a thing
Wake me up, wake me up
In my new home
Abraham slept in fire
Moses split the sea
Solomon in the wind
Jonah in belly

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