Living off the story
What kind of movement
If I sink you, you won't get out
Look how you fall
If I push you, you fall
Remora, living off me
Remora, sucking me
Remora, living off me
Remora, sucking me
You're saying it once
If you repeat it I understand
You can see the light of day
The trick doesn't end
I see your hands
I know it looks strange
I see you at work
What you say is not clear
The same old story is stupid for you
So I won't leave you, I'm not ready for that
Remora

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