This Must be the Place

My mind is flooded
The new is abused
Reading a dead man's lifeline
So little to view

The brain is filtered
There's nothing to do
I can list all of the medicines
But which ones to choose?

What if that is just that?
We're all born to lose?
Dissatisfaction's what we're good at
A little bitter to dampen the blues

We're tailing swallows, chained to the skies we fly
Hold your head up in your hands so high
Maybe I'm just tired of feeling all the use
Scrape your knee and cover up the blues

What if that is just that?
We're all born to lose?
Dissatisfaction's what we're good at
A little bitter to dampen the blues

My mind is flooded
The news is abused
Reading a deadman's lifeline
So little to view

The dream is over
The day is anew
Play it over in your head
The night is due

Her smile is scattered
It's something to lose
I can list all of the medicines
But which ones to choose?



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