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Walk a little different these days Seems like things are going my way I guess Still could stand to talk a little less Maybe it's the pain in my chest Book is by the side of my bed Probably read my phone instead of it Stubborn like I’d never admit Showing up alone like this I don't need anything Anything other than Touch of my angel's hand Whenever she can lend Tryna do a little bit more Is it gonna work out? Well sure it is Any everything ya insist Talk it like I never miss Chewing on my fingers again Habit isn’t leaving no end to it Landed on my head and it split No one's laying low like this I don't need anything Anything other than Touch of my angel's hand Whenever she can lend