Animal

Tension's up like fists in a fight.
 You should've called me.
 It would've meant something.
 This is my mind on your recorder; this is my soul that, that you're hearing.
 I used to have my own songs.
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 If I don't mind, then this problem remains my own.
 When thinkin outloud just makes you turn away.
 Your silence is crushing.
 All I want, Animal!
 Damn, your friends were wrong.
 With all of the things you know, with what little grace you show.
 Just "send a list of instructions to the factory and when it returns we'll embrace it...
 Only if it's gold, only if it's gold"
 It's sickening in stereo.
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 If I dont mind, then this probem remains my own.
 When holding things down, just makes you turn away.
 The silence is crushing.
 All I want, Animal!