running too fast
coming too soon
breathing outcast
in a thought balloon
it's like going under
time eats up your world
we are torn asunder
but all we really need is our cheap thrill
we gotta have our cheap thrill
so we make sense of dreaming
with undercover eyes
you gave them everything you had
and now you're paralyzed
no point explaining
i'm not complaining
my brain is draining
so fast now
we talk for hours
no time for showers
this rage devours all
baby turn around
you're swimming too far down
this ain't no hallowed ground
this love it goes and it's coming around to breathe the thrill tonight
all we need is our cheap thrill
so we make sense of dreaming
(e. buendia)

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