Repressed, repressed at will
Give it time
Life was meant for the living
A side for me, confess to the hills
Moon-loving old fashiond pilots
Back in a time when my voice only traveled as far as I could shout
I had to live with myself deep down
Sell the streets they're worthless and everything in them garbage
And if I only could I'd take a bite out of this town
Spit up and pass it around
But now said he as he spent his last quarter
The longer I live, the time I have left grows shorter
Give in to your undying love for me
Im in more than I wanna be
Give in to your undying love for me

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