Wish you what you’re not afraid of
Paint me a picture
And make it the devil
We’ll run down the hole if
The roof ain’t level
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Me Myself And Eye
Those cocky little fires
You started in the night
The independent claims
That just meant hold me tight
The bruises on your body
That you swore, were from a fight
I’ll pass at your insistance
