You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour Apologies from my tongue Never yours Busy lapping from flowing cup And stabbing with your fork I know you're a smart man And weaponise The false
Tell me what is on your mind, yeah You with your head up in the clouds Won't you hang on and be proud So come on and light the stars When you fail all the way What you do? What you do? Fade away, hate to say So what you do? What you do? Rise it up louder, louder Turn it up higher, higher When you fail all the way What you do? What you do? What
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