be me
I Be you
you be me
now we in each others places
not frauds catching cases
without my senses things are tasteless
i was faithless, patient
sleeping on the chances of growing
even knowing we belong together
we rather be separate finding each other
as if we could ever be distant
i fiend for you in a instant
my addiction is a sickness
my groups can't fix it
i now believe i am the sickiest
can u function
i can't im only one man
wit two hands
we play different instruments
i'll show u a slow jam
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