Living or dying, ain't the question for me
But how to
Two shots of tequila and I finally make my way
Through
Testify, our thoughts get crushed
Think I'll crush some lifelines, too
And
You look, I sigh, your breath is my guide
Your sentiment
Without a reason I talk loud all the time
With each
I did some searching today and it opened up my
Can you tell me where we're heading?
Would you leave some
Sliding doors on this subway
It's my last ride to you,
I won't slip into Armageddon
Those around you think I might
I
We couldn't decide on
Who was going to drive tonight
So I
We've got hotels, museums, tall buildings
There's shopping for everyone here
We'
As we are driving away from this parking lot
I see
Asking me to hold it in
But it's bigger than I've
I don't like to talk about it
But I'll do it
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