Morning with

We’re the dreams you'll believe in
Crawling up the walls
Running down your face
Razor sharp, razor clean

Feel the weapon's sensation
On your back...
With loaded guns

Now hold on to me pretty baby
If you want to fly

I’m gonna melt the fever sugar
Rolling back your eyes

It's a chance, gonna move
gonna fuck up your ego

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