There seems to be a little pressure
When the many questions come around
If it's meant for us to together
Life's a predator to hunt those grounds
On a verge of trying a first dose
Provide much distance to keep from getting close
And it's a deal that won't fall through, a heart that's full of warmth will still pursue
It's so frustrating
When anticipating
What will be the next move
Usually never
No, you can't pick up a signal
Because it's an area with bad reception
Trees make life appear quite dismal
On a verge of trying a first dose
Provide much distance to keep from getting close
And it's a deal that won't fall through, a heart that's full of warmth will still pursue
It's so frustrating
When anticipating
What will be the next move
Usually never
What if this night shall turn to day?
After a sudden time you'll turn away
What if you meet the sun when at its brightest?
But you can't see the life growing inside this
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