| A friend has kept me in the show | |
| Always in the low | |
| For the longest time | |
| A snake is eating from my feet | |
| But letting me take seat | |
| In my chosen time | |
| Beyond hate is always goin’ | |
| You are gone, gone again | |
| Feel, look above the stars | |
| Burning from afar | |
| Where the game was gone | |
| It seems wherever are from | |
| There’s always something wrong | |
| To the naked eye | |
| Sent here, look at the stars you need so close | |
| Gone again | |
| Who slipped up in the sky? | |
| To keep a watchful eye | |
| On my careless night | |
| It glows as if she was a man | |
| Right in my background | |
| It’s her sacred right | |
| Feed me all of your signs that hit my skin | |
| It’s gone again | |
| Feed me all of your signs that hit my skin | |
| It’s gone again |
| A friend has kept me in the show | |
| Always in the low | |
| For the longest time | |
| A snake is eating from my feet | |
| But letting me take seat | |
| In my chosen time | |
| Beyond hate is always goin' | |
| You are gone, gone again | |
| Feel, look above the stars | |
| Burning from afar | |
| Where the game was gone | |
| It seems wherever are from | |
| There' s always something wrong | |
| To the naked eye | |
| Sent here, look at the stars you need so close | |
| Gone again | |
| Who slipped up in the sky? | |
| To keep a watchful eye | |
| On my careless night | |
| It glows as if she was a man | |
| Right in my background | |
| It' s her sacred right | |
| Feed me all of your signs that hit my skin | |
| It' s gone again | |
| Feed me all of your signs that hit my skin | |
| It' s gone again |
| A friend has kept me in the show | |
| Always in the low | |
| For the longest time | |
| A snake is eating from my feet | |
| But letting me take seat | |
| In my chosen time | |
| Beyond hate is always goin' | |
| You are gone, gone again | |
| Feel, look above the stars | |
| Burning from afar | |
| Where the game was gone | |
| It seems wherever are from | |
| There' s always something wrong | |
| To the naked eye | |
| Sent here, look at the stars you need so close | |
| Gone again | |
| Who slipped up in the sky? | |
| To keep a watchful eye | |
| On my careless night | |
| It glows as if she was a man | |
| Right in my background | |
| It' s her sacred right | |
| Feed me all of your signs that hit my skin | |
| It' s gone again | |
| Feed me all of your signs that hit my skin | |
| It' s gone again |
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