Open the centerfold and behold The creases you've come to know make up your soul Inspect the spectacle, the divine show No-one understands but pretends to know
Inside your little palm, singing psalms Peering through the space between your arms My story lacks in the facts I don't know what I'm on So come on, coup de grace
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Running the circles through, right back to you Finding at the finish line, nothing new The let-down that sticks like you Slipping through my fingers gripping onto what is left of you
Waiting for lessons learned, taking turns The loudest of them all, left to be unheard My story lacks in the facts That it's so absurd So come on, coup de grace
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You know I want it You know I need it You know I need it all the time You know I want it You know I need it You know I need it all the time You know I want it You know I need it You know I need it all the time Time, time, time, time, time, time, time, time, time
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Compositores: Miles Kane, Zach Dawes, Loren Humphrey, Tyler Parkford