歌词

Can you share with me just a little bit of freedom
If it's gonna be here anyway,
Another days gonna be okay, or at least it seems that way
But every once in awhile I cry myself to sleep at night
When I reminisce of the tears in your eyes

When you told me a little bits too much
Wrapped your fingers round my tongue
Pull the air, from my lungs
Paint the picture of what we'll become

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Corduroys and pretty girls
Khaki framed bouncing curls
Sadistic temptations of lust
Innocence and incense bearers
But you don't sell sex no you pawn power
The definition of dopamine I shoot you by the hour
Cut me a line of your rust before,
We fade to dust

When you told me a little bits too much
Wrapped your fingers round my tongue
Pull the air from my lungs
Paint the picture of what we'll become

And all I try
Is to ask for one reason why
This merry-go-round never ends
Why oh why
Why oh why can I not comprehend
This addiction will surely be my end

And you told me a little bit's too much
Wrapped your fingers round my tongue
Pull the air from my lungs
Paint the picture of what we'll become

Writer(s): Tym Blanchard

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