My body's itching for the wrong thing (wrong thing, wrong thing)
Oh no, I'm here again
My eyes are closing in
Asphyxiation in submission
I'm talking to the walls
They're screaming and
Calling me to come back into position
I've locked eyes with my devils
And met them face-to-face
Start casting out my troubles
Before they know my name
My body's itching for the wrong thing
Got a feeling, yet it's revealing—you should stop me (woah)
Woah, let me go
Woah, let me go
A finely layered note
Surrounded by the echoing of your wishes
Do you know how it feels
Connected by your sound
And you think no one's listening
Gather up, gather up that defeat
And put it back to bed
When see you see all the warning signs
Fly red flags around your head
My body's itching for the wrong thing
Got a feeling, yet it's revealing—you should stop me (woah)
Woah, let me go
Woah, let me go
My body's itching for the wrong thing
Got a feeling, yet it's revealing—you should stop me (woah)
Woah, let me go
Woah, let me go
(My body's itching)
(My body's itching)
My body's itching for the wrong thing
Got a feeling, yet it's revealing—you should stop me (woah)
Woah, let me go
Woah, let me go
My body's itching
My body's itching
My body's itching
My body's itching

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