Will Wood - White Noise

[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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They paint the walls with colors that you’re not meant to notice.
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Beiges and browns, off-whites and grayscales,
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Fluorescent lights to shine on the eggshell ground.
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Now you’re lying face down,
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You blend into the background,
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Of white noise.

[Verse 2]
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They fill the halls with tunes you can’t get into your head.
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4/4 and Dorian, wrote ‘em for ignoring ‘em, yeah
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It sorta sounds like a retro top 40 but wrong.
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You’re not meant to sing along,
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It isn’t that kind of song,
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It’s white noise.

[Pre-Chorus]
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But… if you listen closely I swear,
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To God, I swear.
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You can hear the ocean if you
G7
Hold it up to your ear, here

[Chorus]
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White noise…
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(If you listen close between the waves.)
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White noise…
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(You can hear the ocean through your wake.)
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White noise…
C
(If you listen close between the waves.)
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White noise…
F C
(You can hear the ocean through your wake.)

[Instrumental]
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[Bridge]
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Check one, two. Check one, two.
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It’s high-fidelity, lossless quality.
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It’s MP, one, two, three, four, five, F-L-A-C.
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It’s polyphonic, the new Philharmonic,
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With a Juilliard doctorate, live from the Metropolitan.
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It’s theoretically dense, it’s impressive.
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It’s microtonal, and it challenges Western
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notions of art, it’s post-avant-garde.
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It’s going places ‘cause it comes from the heart.
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And it’s personality’s a lack of identity,
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It makes no statement, but does so quite loudly.
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It’s an aesthetic, I mean, an anesthetic.
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And it’s an experience for your seventh sense, yes.
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Does it cure cancer? (Yes, it cures cancer!)
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Wow! It begs the question just to tell you the answer.
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Do you believe in the power of silence?
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Well, if you walk the walk, can you talk more-
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(Shh!) Quiet.

[Chorus]
C F
White noise…
C
(If you listen close between the waves.)
F
White noise…
C
(You can hear the ocean through your wake.)
F
White noise…
C
(If you listen close between the waves.)
F
White noise…
F C
(You can hear the ocean through your wake.)

[Verse 3]
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You fill your head with thoughts you find you can’t even feel.
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Try to make room in your skull, but it’s full of them.
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All of the things that you think and then think about thinking.
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I know it’s hard.
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But they’re not who you are,
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They’re white noise.