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Won’t do for sticker packs
Touch base on the sweet instead
And there, back to the wild, recognise
When it could be death
Close the door, uncock your head
Relay, notes on a soul, let it rain down
Gatekeep us all
Just no way, of keeping the feeling to myself
Could be you, locked in a stranger as well
Touch base on the sweet instead
And there, back to the wild, recognise
When it could be death
Close the door, uncock your head
Relay, notes on a soul, let it rain down
Gatekeep us all
Just no way, of keeping the feeling to myself
Could be you, locked in a stranger as well
But that “end of your world” drama-man
Is end of the sun, get it right
Still so much control here in the retold
To float on blow up bed
Light years from the shit you said
To revisit the science, Z and Y, won’t make up your mind
Just no way of keeping the feeling to myself
Could be you, locked in a stranger as well
But that “end of your world” drama-man
Is end of the Sun, get it right
Just no way of keeping the feeling to myself
Is that you, locked in a stranger as well?
But now, how’d I get home here, drama-man
You don’t want to know you silhouette
Is end of the sun, get it right
Still so much control here in the retold
To float on blow up bed
Light years from the shit you said
To revisit the science, Z and Y, won’t make up your mind
Just no way of keeping the feeling to myself
Could be you, locked in a stranger as well
But that “end of your world” drama-man
Is end of the Sun, get it right
Just no way of keeping the feeling to myself
Is that you, locked in a stranger as well?
But now, how’d I get home here, drama-man
You don’t want to know you silhouette
