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Dempsey Lyrics - Artist : Dead Poet Society
Paint my mind with a little you
I think it might be hot, gotta try it out Can't my style get a little weight I guess I'll drive out west, maybe feel it out Feel it out I just want to try Make my time a riddle and a whisper Wait in line, I'm running red Two months out, feel a little lost It got cold and left a bitter taste Sunshine makes me feel alone Makes me want to know if I have a chance I can't fall asleep if I- I just want to try Make my time a riddle and a whisper Wait in line, I'm running red 'Cause I will be a trigger on the west coast One day it's gonna be mine Dempsey, you're killing me I don't really know myself I don't want to go No don't really understand But I will leave again, I'm running red I don't really know myself I don't really know I don't really know myself I don't really know Make my time a riddle and a whisper Wait in line, I'm running red 'Cause I will be a trigger on the west coast One day it's gonna be mine Dempsey, you're killing me |
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