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you make me better
Let’s let the door swing and then we’ll see.
A million pieces in a billion places.
I know my place but it don’t know me.
You might think you’ve peaked the scene; you haven’t, the real one’s far too mean.
She wants a coat made of my leather, my fur, and my nails.
I’m up in the woods, I’m down on my mind.
Tell ‘em.
Ladies and gentlemen, we are floating in space.
You’re in Milwaukee, off your feet.