These Things Lyrics

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There is nothing to see here people keep moving on
Slowly their necks turn and then they're gone
No one cares when the show is done

Standing in line and its cold and you want to go
Remember a joke so you turn around
There is no one to listen so you laugh by yourself

Chorus:
I heard it's cold out, but her popsicle melts
She's in the bathroom, she pleasures herself
Says I'm a bad man, she's locking me out
It's cause of these things, it's cause of these things

Let make a fast plan, watch it burn to the ground
I try to whisper, so no one figures it out
I'm not a bad man, I'm just overwhelmed
It's cause of these things, it's cause of these things

The crowd on the street walks slowly, don't mind the rain
Lovers hold hands to numb the pain,
Gripping tightly to something that they will never own

And those by themselves by choice or by some reward
No mistakes only now you're bored
This is the time of your life but you just can't tell

Chorus (2.5X)

(Thanks to Helen for correcting these lyrics)

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There is nothing to see here people keep moving on 
Slowly their necks turn and then they're gone 
No one cares when the show is done 
 
Standing in line and its cold and you want to go 
Remember a joke so you turn around 
There is no one to listen so you laugh by yourself 
 
Chorus: 
I heard it's cold out, but her popsicle melts 
She's in the bathroom, she pleasures herself 
Says I'm a bad man, she's locking me out 
It's cause of these things, it's cause of these things 
 
Let make a fast plan, watch it burn to the ground 
I try to whisper, so no one figures it out 
I'm not a bad man, I'm just overwhelmed 
It's cause of these things, it's cause of these things 
 
The crowd on the street walks slowly, don't mind the rain 
Lovers hold hands to numb the pain, 
Gripping tightly to something that they will never own 
 
And those by themselves by choice or by some reward 
No mistakes only now you're bored 
This is the time of your life but you just can't tell 
 
Chorus (2.5X) 
 
(Thanks to Helen for correcting these lyrics)

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