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Pedestrian

Playing God

Lyrics

We retreat to cubby holes, full of intention
Oh but we fall short, for we are obsessed with our possessions
We relive all that we can, take it in and swim
Oh but we fall short, for we are obsessed with our possessions
And I'm vamping out in leisurely walls of denial
I hide from the smog
And I run for the door
Let's play house, white picket fences
Oh let's play dead, let's play god and enjoy the view
We're spinning out of control, it's probably so
Oh, but I don't mind
It doesn't affect this opportunity to present myself to me
So what for this clear blue sky
So what for loving hands
Oh and they're trembling
From caffeine
I'm vamping out in excess overload
I hide from this world
And I run to myself
Tell me how did we get this far if we don't understand
I hide from myself
And I run to the world
Tell me how did we get this far if no one understands

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