Well I lost my taste for the company of airports and cars.
We flew through the year and avoided the dust and the rocks.
We stood in the way of a tank 'til we bored and we stopped.
So never show doubt in your hand 'til you know what they got...
Touch me or don't,
Just let me know where you've been.
Well drop me a line with a and some raw bleeding bait.
(1, 2, 3, 4)
Well I am uncaught and still swimming alone in the lake.
(5, 6, 7, 8)
I'm shimmering under a moon made in anger and hate.
(I was the one who was always repeating it)
I'm shimmering like a penny out of reach in the subway grate.
Touch me or don't,
Just let me know where you've been.
I'll leave it alone,
I'm sure there's someone who knows where you've been.

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