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All these words
Roll of my tongue
When you got me under the gun

You say you know
But I don't think you do
And your game to play
But you don't want to lose
In this in this conversation
In this

Chasing lights
Dreaming in assets
Chasing ourselves
Away from the end
From ever being dead
From ever being dead

My fists are clenched
Tightly around this pen
And there's a prisoner
In my head
My eyes are red
From keeping them open
There's a prisoner
In my head

I hope we never ever
Cross each other's lives
Don't cross the line
Don't cross the line with me
We're ripping the wings
From the plane
Cause it makes us happy
You're shaking in the
Sight of the wolf

These teeth are sharp
Enough to cut right through
The swords that slit
Right down our throats

You're shaking
In the sight of the wolf
And my insides just can't
Hold this one down anymore

I hope we never
Cross each other's lives
We'll cross out the lies
We'll cross out the lies
I hope we never
Cross each other's lives
We'll cross out the lies
We'll cross out the lies