I'm just an album track
I'm not the single
The only thing
'Can hear it in your voice
you're having one of those
I'm on the way and you're coming out
You're turning over,
I need satellite imagery
Reconnaissance ability
Intelligence gathered for me
Age
Hypodermic fingertips pump your essence through my veins
Instantaneous oblivion,
Call me afraid, you can call me a coward
Call me
I was high on you
And there was nothing I could
You are an inferno, you are on fire
Your smoke and
Remember when the sun rose and then it set
Because of
Satellite dishes stretch across the countryside
We stand up dazed as
I'd been sick for the last three days
Laid out in
Are you up? I'm going to come over and you
Ride 'em mower with my Walkman on
On a football field-sized
No staring out the window
No watching that TV
Don't focus on
Always breaking my heart, soaking up the very best part
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