True believer

 Are we one? 

On this stir 

While we gaze 

Our way 

You lock hypnotized 

Why you lie 

Night so long

Speak into arms 

Hey steal stream 

Once the heat 

I feel on my arm 

,...asleep in our clothes 

I feel like something altered 

Won't you say up through who you were 

Can't you be my real thing 

Shotgun, that doesn't feel 

Keep your feet off your dream 

With this love 

Why do we set'em 

But I won't run 

Splint an end 

Smallest eyes 

Broken flyers 

With our eyes 

Tangled cheeks 

Tangled hair 

I thought you'd be you 

Hear the names 

Trying it 

Feels the same 

Something mature

Won't you say up through who you were 

Can't you be my real thing 

Shotgun, that doesn't feel 

Keep your feet off your dream 

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