The Impulse Theory

Feeling upright and everybody's like you
 Oh, can't you see, can't you see anyone?
 Can you just make, why can't you tell me the truth?
 Oh, where'd you sleep, where'd you sleep last night?
 You're a victim, and they say boys will be boys
 Well shrug it off, shrug it off my friend
 Make them forget just every thought you employed
 Oh, can't you see, can't you see the end?
 Hate to see a friend in a river and
 You could see the end, not even know it but
 If you let them in, you can't ignite it
 For everyone is dead on the inside
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 The perfect system, and now they're headed to you
 Oh, can you do what you do anyway?
 Something's wrong now, but in the eyes of the blue
 A perfect world, perfect world is here
 Try to sleep now and breathe in all her perfume
 Catch a high, catch a high inside
 Tomorrow's all day, and yesterday isn't news
 It's all the same, all the same old thing
 Hate to see a friend in a river and
 You could see the end, not even know it but
 If you let them in, you can't ignite it
 For everyone is dead on the inside
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 In the woods, there's a man, and he's waiting for a girl
 She's all alone away from home, with nobody else to curl
 And there he stood, upon a rock looking down into her eyes
 She tried to run, but the sun made it clear to his demise
 Hate to see a friend in a river and
 You could see the end, not even know it but
 If you let them in, you can't ignite it
 For everyone is dead on the inside
 Hate to see a friend in a river and
 You could see the end, not even know it but
 If you let them in, you can't ignite it
 For everyone is dead on the inside