All I can hear is my blood flow
Why I'm still
Be a favor all with good intention
Nevermind the destination
Drugs, guns,
Power, money, holy roads
Information overload
Leave me in the bitter cold
I've got a habit
I've got a vice
I've got a problem
With
Don't ask me
I don't know
I don't care
I never did
It don't
You are the wind beneath my wings
The grin across my
Hell bent
Outta hand
You still think you're heaven sent
Right back
Right on
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