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The Automatic - Lost At Home

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Give me a reason

Not to keep sleeping

When I'm awake I feel like I am dreaming

The world is shrinking

Every street's(?) the same thing

I can reach so far

But there are people disappearing



How can I pretend

To know my own mind

The more questions I ask

The more I find

I'm lost at home

Out of time

The coins I've flipped land on their side



I'm holding my breath at your end of town

I'm just passing by not for the first time

If I could rest my head just for a moment

Then I think that I would be fine



Slowly sinking

Still thinking

There must be something I am missing

The street light, my sunlight

I won't sleep, I'm up all night

Can't stop, til I

Have been used up

If I was not lost for words

Then I'd have nothing to describe



I'm holding my bre