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Enemy
03:36
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Help is on the way
We’re solving all the problems we invent
Stirring up the ghosts in our heads
The shadow figures play
Into our fears and keep us up at night
Watch the vermin scatter as we turn on the lights
Backed into a corner
Ready for the fight
But I am not your enemy
I am not your friend
I am not your means to an end
I don’t like this game
We’re casting spells to try to break this curse
Like we’re the center of the center of the center of the universe
No one has to play
We’ll chew our words and spit them in the dirt
An empty fate, but I can think of worse
Backed into a corner, hit them where it hurts
But I am not the messenger
Or the sentiment you send
I am not your means to an end
A distant glow
We push to the heart of town while all the edges burn
The difference grows
With every second-hand story that we learn
Hold the line, keep the pressure at the gates
Help is on the way
I am not your innocence
Or your guilty conscience spin
I am not your means to an end
I am not your everything
Or your every now and then
I am not your means to an end
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Look, Now Look Again
02:47
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I thought I saw you in the city today
But I know you live some 600 miles away
It's absurd what the eyes and ears can tell the brain
I took some footage just to test my senses
High-resolution and expensive lenses
Thank you, stranger, for participating in this unpaid study
Who let the wrong one in?
My head balloons before caving in
Look once, now look again
Now look again
You said you saw me in a strange location
Hanging in the back of a photograph, just a passerby in somebody’s vacation
My compass needle spins
White flickers in the corner of my vision
I look once, now look again
Now look again
Who let the wrong one in?
My head balloons before caving in
Look once, now look again
Now look again
I thought I saw you on the ceiling today
In the carpet, in the curtains, in the wood grain
I think you’re living in my head these days
In my head these days
In my head these days
In my head these days
In my head these days
My simulation skipped
White-knuckled now I’m holding on for anything
Look once, now look again
Now look again
My compass needle spins
White flickers in the corner of my vision
I look once, now look again
Now look again
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