Let me be greedy, let me take it in the palm
call it sounding needy, call it fueling future wrongs
Take it like a patron saint, the wrath of Holy ghost
If you can take the little things, i can take the most
Puppeteers for hire, plotting each and every string
Call it hard to come by, make it hard to believe
I've got a turning table conscience, call it (passing) judgment day
If you can point me in the right direction, baby, I can lead the way
stagnant as ice water ,now please don't abuse this
call it limbo lingering, Ive got no new act to amuse this
got this whole new way of living, out of sight and out of mind
if you can save me from the burning sun, I can pull us through the night
let me be the rise and fall of your breath, let me take you by the hand
call it picture perfect, call it clutching grains of sand
Cut a hole in your ozone, and let the light shine through
if you can be real with me, i'll be real-er with you
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