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de Cemetery Sun

My head is spinning in a dark room
You caught me starring at the ceiling
This is the setting of the seasons
I’ll use the cross-eyed thoughts to

Excuse myself, amuse myself, and lose myself until we come back down, to prove that hell is
Where my hearts’ been, run in circles till we come back down
Tonight we’re slaving to another beat
So baby take a back seat

Hard drugs, fake love it’s a sensation, makes one hell of a collaboration
Tonight we’re slaving to another beat
So baby take a back seat
Hard drugs, fake love it’s a sensation, makes one hell of a collaboration

I’m falling down your stairwell
Eyes are closing if you can’t tell
Me the rhyme in all your reasons
Cause it’s the setting of the seasons

So excuse yourself, amuse yourself, and lose yourself before we come back down, to prove that
Hell is where your hearts’ been, run in circles till we come back down
Tonight we’re slaving to another beat
So baby take a back seat
Hard drugs, fake love it’s a sensation, makes one hell of a collaboration

Tonight we’re slaving to another beat
So baby take a back seat
Hard drugs, fake love it’s a sensation, makes one hell of a collaboration

It’s in the bedroom, in the basement, from your head down to your heart
Every flame that you spark in the light and in the dark makes a light that they see
No impossibility, it’s the air that we breathe and the thoughts that we think

Tonight we’re slaving to another beat
So baby take a back seat
Hard drugs, fake love it’s a sensation, makes one hell of a collaboration

Tonight we’re slaving to another beat
So baby take a back seat
Hard drugs, fake love it’s a sensation, makes one hell of a collaboration

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