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You say you know but I don’t think you do

And your game to play, but you don’t want to lose in this conversation

Chasing lights, dreaming in assets, chasing ourselves away from the end

From ever being «dead»

My fists are clenched, tightly around this pen and there’s a prisoner in my head

My eyes are red, from keeping them open.

There’s a prisoner in my head

I hope we never ever cross each other’s lives.

Don’t cross the line with me

We’re ripping the wings from the plane.

Cause it makes us happy

You’re shaking in the sight of the wolf

These teeth are sharp enough to cut right through the swords that slit right

down our throats

You’re shaking in the sight of the wolf and my insides just can’t hold this one

down anymore

I hope we never cross each other’s lives.

We’ll cross out the lies.

We’ll cross out the lies