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never let your praying knees get lazy and love like crazy
music is my time machine so call me, cinderella man
I'll still get you high with my love under the moon sky
Got a new ride so fuck the speed limit I live by the 'W's Weed and women
sippin gin and juice, layin underneath the palm trees
you and me going fishing in the dark lying on our backs and counting the stars
meet me in the pouring rain kiss me on the sidewalk take away the pain
And I could produce for your future, I could co-direct your past
Wake up behind these trenches, you run around defenceless
I'd love to hate it But you make it like a fireworks show
