You’re flying high on curiosity
I can tell you just won’t
Hey man, I'm just like you.
Too many people made you
When you heard those chicks talking 'bout your best friend,
Wood in the grass where Jesus lay.
Were they the shepherds
Look a ghost in the eye
every day.
Can you see the
Protect me from what's inside you
And I’ll protect you from
White light
Hot light
Don’t you wanna be right?
You’re a hot shot
Yeah,
The pirates and the western girls
Are stronger than you think
It
Sharpshooter don’t shoot me down
I’m on my way to get
Summer’s gone
Though not at all
You’re summer’s fawn stuck
Against a
49 reasons to live and one to die.
Which one
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