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I'm stood on the tip of my own tongue I'm caught in the space between The concept and the execution I'm stuck in the back of my own throats I'm lost in the void between the instinct and the institution It's more than vocabulary takes more than a dictionary Sometimes when I wake at night I feel that nothing on earth could ever hurt me Sometimes when I lose my mind I feel that nothing I say could ever deserve me I'm stood on the tip of my own tongue I'm caught in the space between The concept and the execution I'm stuck in the back of my own throats I'm lost in the void between the instinct and the institution It's more than vocabulary takes more than a dictionary Sometimes when I wake at night I feel that nothing on earth could ever hurt me Sometimes when I lose my mind I feel that nothing I say could ever deserve me I'm stood on the tip of my own tongue I'm caught in the space between The concept and the execution I'm stuck in the back of my own throats I'm lost in the void between the instinct and the institution It's more than vocabulary takes more than a dictionary Sometimes when I wake at night I feel that nothing on earth could ever hurt me Sometimes when I lose my mind I feel that nothing I say could ever deserve me Sometimes when I wake at night I feel that nothing on earth could ever hurt me Sometimes when I lose my mind I feel that nothing I say could ever deserve me Sometimes