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You always seem to find out
What my games have been all about
From the core of my chest
To the bottom of my dirty soles
Stumblin through the sands of time
Searching in these grains through and through
In honor of you Iâll dedicate a tune or two
To all that youâve been and all that is you
And if our ends meet Iâll see you there
In this life
Weâll let our guards down, both us to share
In this life
This poor attention
Makes me slave over us
I know Iâm in deep, Iâm over my head
When itâs you I can replace but itâs you I canât erase
Iâm getting to the end of it all
And I canât seem to break my fall
And now itâs you I look up to
And I canât turn back, I wonât turn back
Even if it kills
- Album:
- Fast Hands, Bad Timing (EP)