101 - Portico/Joe Newman
As I lay lying to the limit of my chain
I stand and pivot a perfect circle
Mauve midnight blue brown and purple
Your fading gift that remains
With a temperature of 103
That's a temperature my cheek can leave
G A S O L I N E
G A S O L I N E
G A S O L I N E
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Though my fever so captive for so long
Somersaults underwater
Or walking through the ground as lava
With a temperature of 103
That's a temperature my cheek can leave
Forgive and shut up ratchet it up once again
A soul now entered my fear monger
3 legged hounds lead in hunger
By the cover than we
With a temperature of 103
The three beasts are released on me
See me run they dance I fall we sing
See me run they dance I fall we sing
Now alhough I know nothing is so
G As o l i n e
See me run they dance I fall we sing
See me run they dance I fall we sing
Now alhough I know nothing is so
G A S O L I N E
G A S O L I N E
G A S O L I N E
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