الكلمات الأصلية
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To get this think tank running
I must suffer this drought
You're nothing but made of water
My brain is flooded with my doubt
Now I draw in circles
I saunter on and on
To carry your daughter
So you can show your unconditional love
Your love, your love, your love
Your love, your love, your love
To get this blood bank pumping
I want all of you out
These bitches all make me ill and
I do not bargain with self-love
This is my temple
This is my wailing wall
And I will tell all
As my legacy is echoed on repeat
Their armies be close on my heels
Chase my shadow for nothing
They hunting for all of my skin
The walls of my shack to cave in
Their armies be close on my heels
Chase my shadow for nothing
They hunting for all of my skin
The walls of my shack to cave in
Your love, your love, your love
To be the woman above all
To be the man that you want
It takes devotion and it takes affection
To fit this consummated part
Hollow perfection (objection)
You make me feel none, none
All self-deception
What you see, a mirage of ideals
Their armies be close on my heels
Chase my shadow for nothing
They hunting for all of my skin
The walls of my shack to cave in
Their armies be close on my heels
Chase my shadow for nothing
They hunting for all of my skin
The walls of my shack to cave in
(Their armies be close on my heels)
(Chase my shadow for nothing)
To get this blood bank pumping
(They hunting for all of my skin)
(The walls of my shack to cave in)
Your love, your love, your love
Your love, your love, your love
