I Got

In the night where I live
There's strange force in your kiss, oh
All's divine in desire

With an ire of philosophy
Burning scrolls in the naked heat
Oh how coy is your little boy, no!

Cause I know it don't read that well, yeah
I got buried; no it won't be long, before I rise in
I got buried; no it won't be long, yeah
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In the night where I live
Your children sway they fuel the kitch
Raise their glass to soviet cries in the ward
And in shadows

Outright, in times of old
Fumes are falling, smell them burn
Like always, yes always
Now here!

Cause I know it don't read that well
And I know only time will tell, me
I got buried; no it won't be long before I rise in
I got buried; no it won't be long before I rise in song!
And I know it don't read that well! Yeah!
I got buried; no it won't be long, before I rise in
I got! Oh Buried! Oh no!
Cause I know I got you!



Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Tilley, Francois Comtois, Sameer Gadhia, Eric Cannata, Payam Doostzadeh
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