Out in numbers
Crowded in and moving
Let out leftovers from the movies

It’s wearing thin on everything
Wearing hats and hollering
“This is the land of no one can stand up on their own”
In the land of no one can stand up on their own

Are you astral projecting in coach
Were you dead when you said, “There’s no trains where we go”
Oh

Crowded windows and needy eyes are closed
Midnight makeovers in the alleys

It’s wearing thin on everything
It’s humming lights and hovering
This is the land of no one can stand up on their own
In the land of no one can stand up on their own

Are you astral projecting in coach
Are your dreams still the same when you loathe them the most?
Are you transporting all your eyelid scenes
Do their faces change when they meet you?
So it seems
Oh
I don’t know

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