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Sense Field Living Outside

I run, I run, I run Yeah, I've run to a slow crawl Yes, I'm the one staring straight at the wall You've seen me sky high So low I had to die just to

I got up, made it through thy day I thought of what I want to say, I know I will lie to try Just to win you back so you?ll cry When I hurt you back, it

I turn to you to make it through Just to make it through the night You don?t take long to turn it on To make me feel alright When you show up I throw

catch fire the way they should The way their blue could pull me in If they only would, if they only would At least I'd lose this sense of sensing something

A voice from your past Wants to know you so very well Now that you're in my life at last You've been through hell I can tell There's a broken heart beating

ears can stand The lower frequency better known as bass Sitting nice with the treble at a jazzy pace My neighbours complain they say they can't endure They form a congregation outside

ears can stand The lower frequency better known as bass Sitting nice with the treble at a jazzy pace My neighbours complain they say they can't endure They form a congregation outside

golden fields and the bounty the bring Reason enough for to dance and to sing Dance for who knows if we'll live till its spring Sing For it's Lammastide

the clouds Turning water into wine As I travel through your mind Now you see me through your guts Crip outside the lines so you live within the box You