elevator music - bobbing lyrics
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[verse 1]
try to take your own advice
trust me, do it, don’t ask why
begin beacon, become an antennae
listen, i’ve been through it all
looking like a cynthia doll
i’ve got the numbers to prove
numbers are nothing at all
[chorus]
falling slowly
i recall
elevator music
playing in my soul
[verse 2]
layered paint on subway rails
chipped away by fingernails
idle antsy hands are sure to wear ya down
a geological dig
revealing everything
the inner theater kid
wish he was stealing the scene
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