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You flush a fish down a toilet and look down to
See your second hand is dead still
You think them somehow connected but you can't be
Sure and it's just as well

What to do next when the shit piles up?
You can't decide, you go outside.
Stand in the moonlight drinking coffee from a paper cup

You'd almost swear you hear voices
But you know it's nothing but a noisey, guilty conscience
You hear monotonous noises
It's that time of night
Its so predictable

Oh what a feeling to listen to your blood
The way it feels when it congeals
Like someone sucked you dry and pumped you full of rocks and mud

Close your eyes
No traffic, in or out
Tired eyes
No traffic, in or out

You won't decide anything tonight
No need to rush things, they'll keep until tomorrow
Just make a fresh pot of coffee and stay up
All night and get nothing done

Don't you hate preference?
I know you hate choice
Just hang your limbs out in the wind
And clear your throat because you
Don't know when you'll need your
voice

You hope it won't be long before you're back in
The action like a moth around a light bulb
But who gets to say when the switch flips?
And the light goes off and you fly away

You could be standing and watching city lights
But where you'll be is where you'll be
And what you do is up to you
Stand still, you've got the right

Close your eyes
No traffic, in or out
Tired eyes
No traffic, in or out

I think I see the East, I think I see the East
And as I face the East, I swear I taste the East
I've got to go back East
Where there's no traffic, in or out


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