Drew Smith
melee
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You want the truth but I donât know whatâs real.
You fight me off , Iâm still nipping at your heels.
I could try but the feeling wonât let go.
and you my dear will be hanging âround door.
You need the truth but somethings arenât up for sale.
youâve felt me out now your rushing by full sail
I could try but the feeling wonât let go.
and you my dear will be hanging âround my door.
All these bodies rush right through me,
itâs like Iâm chased by ghosts,
and you my dearest choose to break the ones you love the most.
I could try but the feeling wonât let go,
and you my dear will be hanging âround my door.