Oh man I would almost I die to be near you
Die to be seen by
Die to be loved I
Can’t explain the need why
All I do is beg for it
All I do is stay for it
Wait around for days for it
Oh man I would sell my soul just to have that
Thing I can’t pin down
Scent of the blood hound
Clinging to the ride my
Six flags belt blown
I could live in the air
White peak jutted bone
Oh man I would almost I die to be near you
Die to be seen by
Die to be loved I
Can’t explain the need why
All I do is beg for it
All I do is stay for it
Wait around for days for it
What I crave is more than life
What I crave is twice the price
What I crave’s not in the bank
Its buttons pressed and levers cranked
Twice as much as you would give
And twice the price to buy the shit
The weakest point my anvil splits
Lose the reins I handle with
Figure out it’s more than life
Nothing I could gratify
Look for something used to fill
That chunk of you that’s dormant still
40 feet or 40 miles
On the coals or bathroom tiles
Pick the trip you click and dial
Path is long walk for a while
Till you see
Till
You see me
Dopplegang
In the street
Future sights
Can’t yet see
I’m not here
Soon to be
Soon to be
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