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Your clothes don't fit, your eyes are full of sand
Pins and needles fill your hand
It's all engineered to taste good, and you can't stop eating, can't stop eating
All carpeted walls and padded floors
Ants in the kitchen and fog at the door
Walking around as numb as the dead but your heart keeps beating, heart keeps beating

I see your eyes wander to the door
So what keeps making you ignore
The little voice that whispers
Get out, get out
There's nothing for you here
Get out, get out
There's nothing for you here

You don't know how to be a wife
You're living out your mother's life
If the rumors were true you wouldn't dream of misbehaving, misbehaving
Said "I think you're lying" and he might be right
But who knows where he slept last night
Whatever you planned, you can't save a man who don't want saving, don't want saving

I see your eyes wander to the door
So what keeps making you ignore
The little voice that whispers
Get out, get out
There's nothing for you here
Get out, get out
There's nothing for you here

There's nothing on TV
There's nothing not on TV
What's your pleasure, what's your pain, what's your craving?
There's nothing here to see, folks
There's nothing here to be
Whatever you might dream, you can't save a world that don't want saving

I see your eyes wander to the door
So what keeps making you ignore
The little voice that whispers
Get out, get out
There's nothing for you here
Get out, get out
There's nothing for you here

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from Everything I Think I Know Is Wrong, released November 13, 2015
Words and music by Liz Bagby

Vocals, guitar: Liz Bagby
Guitar: Zachary Sigelko
Bass: Thomas Zeitner
Drums: Charlie Crane

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