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Hold my hand
Are you with me
Look in my eyes
And tell me
That you're with me
Love's long gone
Move along with the same
Same 'ol song
Sloppy silly with it
Morals out the window
In between birthdays surprise
With a floral show
Not a debate
Between concrete and ethics
Searchin' for a brain
In blonde streaks
And hot chicks
Dye the color darker darker
Mask the ugly
Tap the glass of my monitor
Love me
Are you awake
Are you still sleeping
Are you replaced
With a new face
When i'm dreaming
I hope so
I lost control
I still breathe heavy
Do you still breathe blow
The parks amuse me
Walkin' infinite circles
Band aids on my finger tips
Turn purple
As long as she's on my arm
I'll walk a maze
Scared me stiff
Makes me laugh
I'm amazed
First to do that
First to skip cracks
Dontcha know that
That'll break
Ya momma's back
Does Jimmy eat world
When i have you in the middle
Will i have the answers
When you have the riddles
Are you the anxious type
Reflect light crystal
See it on a face
You wanna pop that pimple
It hurts, it bleeds
Let go of me
Nothin' works to see
What you do to me
Rule everything around me
Cream
And it's still not
As easy as it seems
(Scream)
Like the way you used to
Like the way i want you
Like the curves on a dagger
That tend to haunt you
So thankful for the moments
Shared between, me
And you it's cute
When you say it like you do
A real dirty mind
To a past life prude
Don't wanna stand here
I better bust a move
Grow a garden on these walls
And pluck the flowers
Make 'em dance for once
Make em move for hours
Can't avoid it
Seemed like 10 years ago
Self concious funny kid
At 15 years old
Make 'em laugh make 'em cry
Ya better than that
Make 'em horny make 'em pine
Now ya on the right track
Liftin' knees like flashdance
Water on the floor
Don't get your socks wet
I hate that shit
A little lost for romance
Let me get the door
Don't wanna lose a man bet
I hate that shit
Throw my arms up and quit
Can't handle it
Blew out the flame
Before it even got lit
Take ya medicine
Pump adrenaline
Any possible way
To clean slate the sin
So pull me out of the water
When i start to fall under
And warm me up
With the arms of my lover
Then maybe
We can get sick mother fucker
Get sick mother fucker
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