Pass me off
If you're not there what's the point of going out?
Enough to give your schoolfriends something to talk about
Growing up on River street and telling me your dreams
Come home
Your eyes alone
A story told about how you couldn't help but feel old
You've got an honest face
It doesn't account for your mistakes
Your hand build beautiful things for your mind to destroy
Oh, to have no control

It hurts a lot
Still glad I could connect
I still look good
Her language tells me I've impressed
Muscle, muscle, baby's calling me a God
Gives me everything I've ever wanted
Love protected


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