I never locked the door
I never stood to gain
You coulda founded a state
Between the love and hate
You coulda landed a plane
And if you need a taste
You gotta grow your own
To do something right
Keep it up at night
And unplug the phone
And you can pile it on
And I will tunnel through
You can borrow my vibe
And make a killing too
Never ask me why
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