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Slip into past tense
Licking your lips as you call me a habit
So give me a reason
There's blood on your phone as you call me to grab it

I’ve got a headache
Slip me some medicine under the cabinet
I don’t need a hassle
But the world is a prize and I gotta I have it

So you grip the wheel as you're driving
Fast as I become violent
Twist the wheel as I’m smiling

Rip in the curtains
Gash in the fabric I know this is certain
That I am the reason
That you don't let anyone under the surface

You let me sink in, under your skin without even flinching
I know that you want it, I know that you want me

So you grip the wheel as you're driving
Fast as I become violent
Twist the wheel as I’m smilin'
Twist the wheel as I’m smilin'

I don't wanna know if I can't come back
But who am I to go to a place like that
Step into your body roll your shoulders back
You'll be right beside me as it all goes

So you grip the wheel as you're driving
Fast as I become violent
Twist the wheel as I’m smilin'
I'm smilin', I'm smilin'

So you twist the wheel as I’m smilin'
I'm smilin', I'm smilin'
Twist the wheel as I'm smilin'
I'm smilin', I'm smilin'

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