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I feel uptight when I walk in the city


I feel so cold when I'm at home

Feels like everything's starting to hit me


I lost bed ten minutes ago




Modern guilt I'm staring at nothing


Modern guilt I'm under lock and key


It's not what I have changed,

Turning into convention


Don't know what I've done but I feel ashamed


Standing outside the glass room sidewalk

These people talk about impossible things


And I'm falling down the conversations


Another palm beats into you




Modern guilt is all in our hands


Modern guilt won't get me to bed

Say what you will


Smoking my cigarette


Don't know what I've done but I feel afraid




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