People, The Vehicles

We were speaking softly, behaving badly
 Our painted bodies in the secret morning
 You are not quiet across the wooden floor
 And the kitchen is flood by the bathroom lights
 And I can't hear a thing underneath the door
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 All the boys with directionless hair are rough
 Languorous girls in undertaker makeup
 We the vehicles on our collision course
 Screaming like we've been blessed by a higher force
 And I can't hear a thing underneath the door
 No, I can't hear anything
 Because everybody here will always disappear
 And we are helpless on our hands and buckled knees
 We the vehicles please
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 And I can't hear a thing
 Because everybody here will always disappear
 This is no escape art
 Yeah, everybody here will always disappear
 And we are helpless on our hands and buckled knees
 We the vehicles, please
 We the vehicles, please