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Diagnosis

from Id​é​e Fixe by WAKING THINGS

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Taste disease rolling off your callus tongue. What did I expect being gone for so long? In your words you seem to scare away the most gentle of dreams, but nobody cares anyway. That's why you do nothing and I scream.

Doctor, doctor, is he getting any better now?
Oh, can he please come home to sing?
Is he sick? Is he getting any better now?
I don't know
I just don't know.

That's not fair for the doctor to say. He doesn't know you're alone or that we're alone. The family is here in his heart, but not in touch. His thoughts are all clear, but the body is aching. The body is breaking down.

Is he sick? Is he getting any better now?
Oh, can he please come home to sing?
Is he sick? Is he getting any better now?
I don't know.
Doctor, doctor, is he getting any better now?
Oh, can he please come home to sing?
Doctor, doctor, would you tell me anything?

You caught me inside your bleeding IV stare.
No known antidotes or name for your weakness.
After destroying ourselves and everyone that we know, would you please just come home?

Would you please just come home?
Would you please pick up the phone?
Would you please just come home?

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from Id​é​e Fixe, released April 24, 2014
Violin by Garrett Reynolds

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