And all the things you said
You'd hold down
Slowly slipping from your finger tips
I gave you more than I could ever give
But still you hunted for residuals
My head is halfway through the fucking clouds
And my feet have never touched the ground
And all the things you said
You'd hold down
Slowly slipping from your finger tips
I gave you more than I could ever give
But still you hunted for residuals
My head is halfway through the fucking clouds
And my feet have never touched the ground
To do do ouuu
Oh oh
Oh oh
Oh oh
Ehm tuh
To ouuh
Oh oh
To do
Ou oh oh
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