LYRIC
I will hobble you around
I may drive you down
There are promises I'll make
There are promises that I'll take away
But I won't beg for you on acetate
I won't crawl on you to validate
Tear those numbers down
I won't be having them around, for now
You found me on the beach
I was resting there for weeks
I will never tolerize/I will never tow the lines
I will never fortify
It's one way or the other
It's shudders up under covers
I've tumbled up under fronters now
Wonder if I've recovered now
I won't beg for you on acetate
I won't crawl on you to validate
Tear those numbers down
I won't be having them around, for now
Eh
Shout it, shout it golden loud
The apple's on the archer's ground
No longer feeling tepid now
Shout it, say it louder now
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