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I Typed For Miles

 

I Typed For Miles

(앨범: Orange Rhyming Dictionary - 1998)


I live in a hotel, I must keep writing
If I'm to be better than everyone else
Like figure skating, like asphyxiating
On your own seeping fumes, you're just waiting

Living in a hotel, I'm not traveling
Between two points, in midair I'm levitating
Above the earth, beneath the sky, with eyes like static
In my three feet from bed to wall sleeps a genius

Leave me here to my devices
The call could come at any time
They're playing love songs on the radio tonight
I can't relate to that right now

Note to self: no one cares, your voice is average
In worried piles I typed for miles, you just stood there
I will begin, I will put right this morning terror
I have been kissed between the ears with human error

Leave me here to my devices
I need a word to change my life
I've tied my ankles to the table legs with wire
He can't write so much as type

Leave me here to my devices
I can't think with all this noise
They're playing love songs on your radio tonight
I don't get those songs on mine

You keep fucking up my life
You keep fucking up my life
You keep fucking up my life
You keep fucking up my life

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