Wheelhouse

Sometimes I talk too much but I gotta get it out
 But I don't wanna talk, I only wanna listen
 My baby talks soft, my ears are always ringing now
 Humming a sad song when I'm alone
 But you gotta be alone to figure things out sometimes
 Be alone, when even in a crowd of friends and not so
 Sometimes of whom you just can't distinguish but
 Thank god for the former, yeah
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 Some bow down a hundred times a day or more
 To find a way, to get back down to the temple one day
 Find the temple, to bask in the glory of
 Roll around on a floor of furry carpet then
 Sleep soundly for the first time in forever and
 Breathing deep inside
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 There's a desert down below the earth's core
 A hidden staircase in the house that you reside in
 A little something from the cupboard over there
 A little medicine, it's a medication situation
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 Some bow down a hundred times a day or more
 To find a way, to get back down to the temple one day
 Find the temple, to bask in the glory of
 Roll around on a floor of furry carpet then
 Sleep soundly for the first time in forever and
 Breathing deep inside