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2020
03:54
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Tell me something I don’t know
Lead me through these streets from home
Your eyes like teeth
Back to me
I only like what I can’t see
Laudy is and laudy be
What he’s after, like you and me
You wait too long
Thrill is gone
Stories aren’t that comforting
Pick up the pen, you’re staring in your sleep
A breath of fresh air bottled smells so cheap
Cos I don’t know what you don’t want to be
And after all, after all you’d rather grit your teeth
Won’t let go, white knuckle hold
Of private coves and halfway homes
They’ve got your name, ear to the door
Better pray you’re not a bore
Pick up the pen, you’re staring in your sleep
A breath of fresh air bottled smells so cheap
Cos you don’t know what I don’t want to be
And after all, after all
More dreams, more demand
My intentions aren’t that planned
Wanting what’s there by your side
And I can’t sleep at night
More dreams, more demand
My intentions aren’t that planned
Mulling over what I can’t find
I tried holding hands
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