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I don't mind the sound

Of your voice, of your voice

When you use it like your gun

So much fun, fire your gun

Casual as you are, gets hard to say

I won't say, 'less you're going away

He strings himself on up to your front door

You've been a wall of ideas about the rich and the poor

We could start home talking

 Make your focus break

When you're left to yourself

 You throw it out anyway

I don't differentiate

We from they, we from they

Feel my appetite

Why is life sleepless night?

Lean my head against an angry moon

Always room, angry moon

In and out of a metal chair

In an unknown apartment where

I can build myself up

 Before I make the scare

String myself up onto your front door

Street joy

You adore