Hostage crushed and held in my head
My dreams left locked behind closed doors
And I followed a dried up signal
It turned into forgotten sounds and goodbyes
leaving no echo behind. power her up with a gun, with a little love and a turn of her neck rope, just for fun. Flattery is worn, doubt fickle Shake it, drag it on Sparks collect them off. Pleasant crowd untied Block the sound they scream so loud So if you lose the impulse to try, then you should take off the resignation and withdraw Shake it up, drag and drop slip out From the roof of my mouth listen to the lyrics form there five more years come around And back into the sound of a strange formula
[x4] It's just a formula to ©strange
back to the sound From the roof of my mouth
Shake
Drag it out
Back to the sound

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