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Coiled up on the path,
One more step to gain its rob.
Back it up the way that I canât come
And coming forward a black flip ringtone
Adrenalize, gold snake eyes on a summer day.
No, Iâm not waiting,
No, Iâm not waiting for the sound.
I got a rattle in my spine.
No, Iâm not waiting,
No, Iâm not waiting for the fans.
Iâd rather take some local wine.
Skip all out, Iâm out the path,
Circle round in the grass.
Missing up the head drops and shadow
Itâs hard to stare at, like the face at the window.
A butterfly drifts some by and I moved it slow.
No, Iâm not waiting,
No, Iâm not waiting for the sound.
I got a rattle in my spine.
No, Iâm not waiting,
No, Iâm not waiting for the fans.
Iâd rather take some local wine.
Sailing wild on a dull vacation,
Where the weather surprise and then something surround me.
Miles back, as the voice deep within me,
Last time I heard it he canât wake without asking
Just think a while on your ancient god
And your path will be reborn,
Be reborn.
No, Iâm not waiting,
No, Iâm not waiting for the sound.
I got a rattle in my spine.
No, Iâm not waiting,
No, Iâm not waiting for the fans.
Iâd rather take some local wine.