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(x2) verse 1: Heatstroke, I'm looking at your pictures From new to old As you're becoming less into yourself And more into the world It's an elephant graveyard And that was 2004 And you were in terrible trouble Now that's gone, gone, gone ||: :|| x 2 verse 2: At first worse things are happening And the weeks are just counting down You think that you'll be different then And you are, but how? And each year you think the next One is the future and then you're there A new result you can't recall Or just avoid like a private number Bridge: And Europe's fucked probably It seems insane My friend's art needs guarding End of days I think I've never been better I'm at the top of my game I'm living it up for TV dust And disassemble, you've got to disassemble that stuff verse 3: Now there's more light coming from my screen Than light from outside I see myself as if from the street And I turn on the light And I look at old emails I have forgotten which But why am I telling you this? You are not even here ||: :|| x 2 ***