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The Jiggler (Feat. Martin Bianchini)

I'm sick of twisting the knobs, your little baby's a slob

I wanna love you but this house aint built for two

I think I panic a lot, not really sure what I've got

I wanna love you but this house aint built for two

I'm sick of twisting the knobs

So where's my sweet love

I think I've hidden from myself, but there's too many layers

I turn my head and cough

Like I'm calling the cops

Is there something more to me than just bible study?Turn your camera on

You don't wanna miss this

The way lighting shifts

As it reflects off the water

Below this sinking shipI feel your fingertips

Slipping away

Can't shake the feeling now

How far we've fallen down

Like our best days are behind us

You're the revisionistAnd I'm the narcissist

Drifting away

To my sunstroke ghost dance gold corona

Did I crack that lens, put my weight upon ya

Does the manifest dictate to love and honor

Can the creed uphold, can we repeat our mantraTrust my luck and show my feelings, cross my fingers, cards are dealing, busting out my skull shaped ceiling, hold my fuckin body back

I'm still raging from the sanction you placed upon the impoverished nations

Delusions of grandeur, have some patience

Hold my fuckin body backI can't predict the future

And I can't forget the past

Can't focus any longer

Desperate to make this last

Keep us from going under

Won't waste all that we have

You called it in November

And it burned up in a flash Feel the hangover in my mind

But this one's a different kind Losing touch of the concept of time

My senses are frozen Losing touch with my concept of time

My senses are frozen

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