Sworn too fast with all my might
The clay was soft,
Phantom legs and blinking pigs
Haunting me
My long lost love and
Rather be a bandit than a lover
Rather be a man
I could never have what you have.
I could never have
’m running late again the booth is dim and it
‘Cause I went looking for a trace of something that
Used to know a boy
He was so shy
Never knew his
Once I thought I knew where I came from
Now fogging
Your head aches and you’ve had no rest
This days been
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