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George Mikalis
George Mikalis
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Jack Grange
Jack Grange
Songwriter
Art Grad
Art Grad
Songwriter

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Woke up with a spotless mind Eyes wide as some saucers right Thought I should detoxify my girl But she said it never cross her mind I need some lucky strikes I know it's just a vice Come be my crutch tonight You make me fantasize Yea, yea, yea Yea, yea, yea I can't hold on when these clouds in abundance I stay tethered to the earth by my anxiety numbing Made each other playlists now we dying to shuffle I had you right in my hands I wasn't destined to fumble And way before you patched me up I had my heart in my stomach When you go to my lungs it always makes me see double Hate being empathic it's a gift and a curse I can tell you want to leave I saw you grabbing your purse I mean you take my breath away I hope whatever it's worth What if I gave this the chance I thought it never deserved You say you love my old ways so I could never revert Between the lies and the sins can't tell whichever comes first Woke up with a spotless mind Eyes wide as some saucers right Thought I should detoxify my girl But she said it never cross her mind I need some lucky strikes I know it's just a vice Come be my crutch tonight You make me fantasize I been getting lost inside Ego death has my world collide But I told you I'll be fine, my girl I just wish that we could compromise 50/50 with the shit that's all that I've been getting You keep on trying to cut me off but I'm just not forgetting I'm running round with you inside my mind it's not forgetting You take me high, take a step right to the side, yea Don't you know I try, don't you? I think it's fine, don't you I'm tired often but not often am I tired of you Girl you get me high won't you come give me a second chance Hate wasting time, ain't no looking for no second glance I'm getting lost inside my heart and now it's open I fill my open veins with novocaine and now I'm smoking So now I speak my truth to keep it frank I love your ocean And I'm not one to wish on shit but maybe I was hoping You could come back home, and make it last long It's something from your past, but your past ain't strong Said we can work something out, we can work something out yea
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