Too many strikes in the sea
Talking to my enemies
Being stuck in everybody's arms
Waking up to see the fog
Always a cannon in my street
Turned into a recipe
Crayons all over my cheeks
I just want them seeing me
Take your feet down, you should move your house
Just to be part of the concrete
Would it be better just to shrink it?
No longer, comets, what I feel
Every hour to move your house
Just to be part of the concrete
Would it be better just to shrink it?
No longer, comets, what I feel
What I feel
And dance like a twitch of a nerve
Hold her tight and feel her
40 eagles on the curb
It's a warm night don't get used to her
Take your feet down, you should move your house
Just to be part of the concrete
Now, would it be better just to shrink it?
No longer, comets, what I feel
Every hour to move your house
Just to be part of the concrete
Now, would it be better just to shrink it?
No longer, comets, what I feel
Oh, I feel (oh, I)
Oh, I feel (oh, I)
Feel
Wooh
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