Is this part of the game you play?
Do you try
{Whoo-ooh Goooo...}
Hands up and don’t you make a sound
Shotgun is
I was drunk, sober, tarnished and pure
All I ever wanted
I met a man named Byron Black
And he carried his
Across these highways
And deadend roads
You wandered down
For somewhere now
You're probably sick of being tired
You can't find the strength
Fed up, knocked down.
Withdrawn from everything that once was comfortable.
So
Divine intervention
So few and far between
Like lightning when it touches
She knows how to tidy up
She keeps it picture perfect
You
It's all in the shuffle,
the deck is stacked against
I was waiting
Watching every single move
On the wire I cling
Through my eyes I see you as a hero
A super
Eyes Fixed and Dilated
Stuck Staring out
So jaded and frustrated
Dragging you
You figured this should be natural.
It's just what you need
I don't know if we'll make it home
All we can
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