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Slow Pulp

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I have too much in my pockets

I wish they were empty

And now it feels like my palms are sweatyI′m not ready

Oh, my shirt sits on my body

Like it's not for me

And now I′m trying to find my way out

I wish I knew how

I just think I'm too high

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My limbs are feeling lazy

Why won't they work with me?

And now I can′t seem to focus my eyes

Won′t let me see