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You and I are closer than you know Yeah, what I reap is nothing that I sow The words I sing are few and far between As your faces curl and rise with voices sing Screaming with your fist against the door Ain't it nothing like you've ever seen before? You're living for the East Coast by the way You'll fly up again and then we're on our way Keep it to yourself, don't blow their minds Cause we'll be so alone when we die Screaming with your fist against the door Ain't it nothing like you've ever seen before? Screaming with your fist against the door Ain't it nothing like you've ever seen before? Sitting with your fist against the door Ain't it nothing like you've ever seen before?