Scramble Songtext

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Scramble Songtext
The highway screams out to the crowd,
Don't go, don't go, don't go
There's something in the air no doubt
Don't go, don't go, don't go
Don't go

I swear I'll try this time, I've fallen from my grace
Should I keep moving, or just stand here in place
If I gave my honest answer, what difference would it make
I'm not sure for sure, but it's a chance I'll have to take

You follow that sound
You bridge, you break, and burn, you fall
You twist, and tweak, and turn, and stall
Scramble

If bats are birds from hell, pastiche with plastic fangs
Rising from their hole, a cave inside a cave
They might be used to the heat, but not the light of day
Should they call hell their home, or maybe flyaway

You follow that sound
You bridge, you break, and burn, you fall
You twist, and tweak, and turn, and stall
Scramble

And honestly, I barely feel a change
The clouds have gone from black, to a shade of blackish grey
Well, Yeezy's right this time, its time to runaway
I know I said don't go, but you probably shouldn't stay
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