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Well I see you're landlocked So you're not spreading disease And I need to be helpful But I can't suffer the breeze It seems to hang around you It seems to make you float You think you're above us Oh well, I don't, I don't, I don't. And your face looks withdrawn, empty And it seems painfully tragic And there's dust on your clothes And there's holes and holes cut in the fabric Well I've been mistaken It's really hard to know You think you're above us Oh well, I don't, I don't, I don't Well you're sad and you're tired And you love how it gets you attention And I'm caught, there's a hook in my mouth And you're pulling every direction Well even so I can think straight I can swerve off the road You think you're above us Oh well, I don't, I don't, I don't From Letras Mania