you're moving borders and I'm moving out of this old town you got away with everything criminal that you could find
you're in the water noticing everthing that comes your way your iris blackens my insides out around it all
and half of you don't understand the other half's too sick to mention and half of you don't give a damn the other half's losing sight
i'm on the floor now counting the histories that you repeat you got a system waiting for engines to turn their heads
and half of you don't understand the other half's too sick to mention and half of you don't give a damn the other half's losing sight
you and me it's plain to see coming down overhead
you're in the buisness of noticing everything that comes your way you're looking cock-eyed and I'm living cocky, one more time
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