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The right time Sitting on the front lawn I can't seem to take it Feelings of estrangement We'll shake up Read my words back to me I can't seem to fake it Feelings of afraid In dirty socks And bamboo pods In between a smoke-filled breaths Between the smoke-filled breaths My mind's a playground Of half-thought thoughts And I can't get my head around it Aching with playground taunts I eat my words with appetite And it's the wrong time Sitting on the back lawn You can't seem to take it Feelings of estrangement Oh shake up Say your words back to you You can't seem to fake it Feelings of afraid In dirty socks And bamboo pods In between a smoke-filled breaths Between the smoke-filled breaths My mind's a playground Of half-thought thoughts And I can't get my head around it Aching with playground taunts I eat my words with appetite Lying in my bed right next to me I can't see your face It's the coldest day I've felt And I can't read without Turning pages When everything Is nothing My mind's a