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Telephone
03:08
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“Don’t answer it,” she says, “don’t pick it up”
His eyes dart between her and his phone
She holds his wrist as he reaches across the table
Sweat collects on his brow, her fingers press the bone
I have got to know, I have got to see
What my friends are doing
I have got to know, I have got to see
What they’re doing without me
I’ve been awake for at least 3 hours now, I’ve yet to move from bed
And my vision’s getting blurry, it’s pretty hard to read
Yeah I got things to do, and places to be
But it’s hard to stay engaged, when there’s this much on my feed
I have got to know, I have got to see
What my friends are doing
I have got to know, I have got to see
What they’re doing without me
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2. |
Eye Know
02:35
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They say if you stare long enough, it’ll stare right back too
But I know the truth, it never took that eye off you
Nah it never took that eye off you-a-hoo
It never took its eye off you, off you-hoo
They say we live inside of it and that much is true
But the eye knows the truth, ‘cause it’s right there inside of you
And it never took that eye off you-a-hoo
It never took its eye off you, off you-hoo
It sees all of your deeds
It knows all of your secrets
It sees everything
‘Cause it’s ALWAYS WATCHING
It sees you doing a wee
It sees you in your darkest hour
It sees everything
‘Cause it’s ALWAYS WATCHING
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3. |
Who are you?
04:56
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It's long past time to go to bed and my eyes have turned a deep shade of red
and my skin clings so awful tight, I can tell something just isn’t right
I struggle to recognise myself and I start to doubt my mental health
It thunders through, through my head, this is what I said
It could all end on a whim, trapped inside of this wretched thing
Torn flesh from bone, like a dandelion blown in the wind
This could all end on a whim, trapped inside of this wretched thing
Torn asunder, blown apart, limb from limb
Who are you? Who are you?
Who are you? And where am I?
Who are you? And what do you want?
Who are you? Hey, you’re wearing my skin!
Halfway ‘tween alive and dead, at the pit of my gut sits this well of dread
With gleaming teeth and sunken eyes, my face contorts ‘to a sickening smile
I’ve turned into some wicked ghoul, which is really very quite uncool
Thundering loud through my aching head, this is what I said
It could all end on a whim, trapped inside of this wretched thing
Torn flesh from bone, like a dandelion blown in the wind
This could all end on a whim, trapped inside of this wretched thing
Torn asunder, blown apart, limb from limb
Who are you? Who are you?
Who are you? And where am I?
Who are you? And what do you want?
Who are you? Hey, you’re wearing my skin!
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