Sometimes I can be up like that, when I don’t cross myself with you
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Sometimes I can be down like that, when I don’t cross myself with you
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I’m dysmorphic in doses
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Imagine trying to
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Shit out
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Twelve red roses
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It’s how I do but not everybody knows it.
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Imagine how I’d feel to be called a promotionalist, a mitt man, an emotionalist.
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When I don’t cross myself with you
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Sometimes I can be up like that, when I don’t cross myself with you
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Sometimes I can be down like that, when I don’t cross myself with you
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It’s some kind
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Psychosis, don’t what you call it, oneness might be the closest.
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A psychotropic segment so tasteless,
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it tastes sweet.
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And then it changes,
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When I don’t cross myself with you
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Sometimes I can be up like that, when I don’t cross myself with you
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Sometimes I can be down like that, when I don’t cross myself with you
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Easy
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| Beta Band |
