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Filter

There's so much shit inside my head

Can't get the words out or make my bed

Guess I'm too down to see the floor

Everything's much bigger here

Down on the floor

I try to laugh but there's not a twitch

Can't even move to scratch this itch

I've got the needle ready to go but my frequency is set too low

Now the filter is on

Chorus

I'm coming down

Don't want to come down

I'm coming down

Don't want to come down

With the filter on

And the bottle dry

In a lonely place

Where lonely people cry

Complicated and innocent

Don't let them find a place to live here in my head

Now the filter is on

And my bed's on fire

Lit with kerosene and gasoline

Chorus

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