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Hostages, in my brain
Same old shit, all the same
Call for help, hope is lost
We are saved, but at what cost?
Hostages, in my brain
Same old shit, all the same
Only now, I can see
This is where we're meant to be

Passing out, wide awake
staying happy, no mistakes
cut the light, close that door
all becoming one big chore
Hate the present, love the past
falling springing seasons fast
left alone, alone to stay
incognito, gone away

I wish that things were simpler than this
And all of the things I'll one day miss
If there was a way to get through
I'd burn all my thoughts, my memories too
I wish I could be more like you
And care enough to see things through
Then maybe I'd wake up one day
And life would be a little more sane

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from From The Balloon To The Moon, track released February 1, 2011

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