Sell out this place, it's not for me
Take back all
See it's pointed up for me
We'll meet at the cornerstreet
Buy
Put the smile on when you're around
But the headrush is
With all the things that you did hold
Could you ever
It's overrated anyway
Your see through devices won't make us sway
I
If I was like a satellite burnt across your space
Would
It slipped out—all that you give then needs receipt
If I'm
You said it to me a lie will always bleed
So
Snowed in all last night—it leaves your mind so blank,
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