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Limbo is a weird place to be Full of empty pages and idiosyncrasies Shouting in the Grand Canyon Hearing my own voice echoing, echoing, echoing "What is the point?" Too much, too much time to compare Can't stop fucking about and laying in my underwear Shouting in the Grand Canyon Hearing my own voice echoing, echoing, echoing "What is the point?" Where is my purpose? These days are endless Counting 'em one by one End of the month, what have I done? Nobody needs me, nobody wants me Or knows I'm losing it And it sounds like I'm going wild, going crazy Getting a fever from headache, yeah I can not ignore the inner voices Echoing, echoing, echo And it sounds like Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah It's echoing, echoing, echo And it sounds like My head is a dark place to be Full of big black holes, tornados spiraling Shouting in the Grand Canyon Hearing my own voice echoing, echoing, echoing "What is the point?" Where is my purpose? These days are endless Counting 'em one by one End of the month, what have I done? Nobody needs me, nobody wants me Or knows I'm losing it And it sounds like I'm going wild, going crazy Getting a fever from headache, yeah I can not ignore the inner voices Echoing, echoing, echo And it sounds like Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah It's echoing, echoing, echo And it sounds like Where is my purpose? These days are endless Counting 'em one by one End of the month, what have I done? Nobody needs me, nobody wants me Or knows I'm losing it And it sounds like Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah It's echoing, echoing, echo And it sounds like
Writer(s): Jack Wilson, Samuel Morris, Jack Herrington, Natassja Shiner Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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