how do i feel?
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its funny you should ask,
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i stopped looking then just crashed
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and everything shattered, including the light
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much never mattered, nothing was right...
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no coincidence was today the day she breezed in
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reality said 'catch me' and instead got smashed in
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all over the intersection with our love note last
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i stopped looking and then just crashed
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what was that, was that me?
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what just hit me like a ton?
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just when you think you're done being shown..
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i know three seconds before me and one behind
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wed still be flying at 65
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but something just hit me like every fatal "shoulda been"
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(well, it shoulda been me in your eyes)
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i wanna go down on you, drive my fingers round on you, open four lanes wide with you, get high with you, just lie with you.
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roll down the road with you, space grows with you, get high with you, just lie with you..
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put your hands on the wheel, ask me how i feel
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i'll space out, no doubt
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i gotta work that one out
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i can't find it without collision
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you're seeing whats blocked from your vision
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i am wrapped up in my van
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i better put her on the line, i take it as a sign that something loud had to happen
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new roads to be mapping
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i'll give you light where you give light, i'll give you weight where you give weight
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when you screamed "i didn;t have time to hit the breaks!"
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snap your head around, make sure im okay, you grab the registration to see who has to pay
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i'm a hazards-blinking fragmented mess, my house is a wreck, my love's an insect
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all i can do is reflect: "cause everything shattered including the light, much never mattered and nothing was right."
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i let go and got trapped
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this is just scrap.
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this is just scrap metal on the intersection making noise.
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i'm holding on to this wheel, like its the hardest thing to feel
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like highways are the markers i can scratch on my correction
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if i get some major road i can just drive into protection
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i can dream on all the downhills, miss the wish, a hope it fills
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dress it all up and call it 'no frills'
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my bones are jerked around and it kills
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i wanna blow this up, make it blast
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i wanna see how hard it will smash,
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i wanna bang forces, metaphorphis this
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i wanan rub my skin up and down , not head trip around and around
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i wanna make songs like theyre a forcefull field
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like if i call on you, you come singing and real
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and i can call up serenity and she'll come up form the ditch and say 'what do you need my bitch?
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like a firey fierceful field, kickback while i take the wheel
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call out to where the songs come in
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around this pain-in-the-ass accident
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they hover above, just like our love
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i just wrecked, i got decked, all i can do is reflect: "cause everything shattered including the light, much never mattered and nothing was right."
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you talk me round about how love is bound,
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and tie me up in tongues too true for the taking
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i can lick, licking and suck, sucking right on down to the much we're ducking
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the catastrophes there and the crashings there
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and every passway we're rehashing's there
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and she was there and we were there and i looked down and my heart was bare
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and screamed into the breaks that this is how it makes Love to you
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well forget about all of that crap
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cause this is just scrap metal on the interestion making noise
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Scrap Metal
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Bitch & Animal |