Romanticism

Givin' in, givin' in, all right
Givin' in, givin' in, she's tight
Givin' in, givin' in, all night
Givin' in, keep it dark man fuck the light

I don't wanna make a big mistake

Lookin' over the mountain
But I must tell you something

I cut your dreaming cord
So we can dream together
In heaven, or hell
Or somewhere else

Now the mountain's flattened
The strip mall's crowded
I still care about all these silly things
I'm sick with a disease called feeling
Maybe come around and see I'm not so evil
And things aren't so bad
But these plains will roll
And one day the hill will surface and show, again



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Writer(s): Ben Miles
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