Want to tell me something that I don't want to know.
Well go on and tell me, go on and tell me.

The world is bigger than your bedroom.
TV is only fictional life.
Come, come see the world through your own eyes
And maybe you'll wake up.

Well the fibers were low,
So we pushed them to the side with a comb,
Cut the frayed threads straight from your head.
Are you breathing with me?
Feel the rhythm - feel the rhythm -

We fluffed the pillows with the air,
Where you had laid your head
For eighteen young years
To tell you something you want to hear.
We'll fluff the pillows with the air
And maybe you'll wake up.

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Juggernaut song meanings
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