Fever
Solitude
Meditating like God's with you
To escape when she's so obtuse
Elevating beyond commotion
Restaurant scenes
50 eyes on me
If time is a healer, find me the dealer
Give me back the days that she gets
High like a fever, cries like a diva
What a fucking waste
But I know I adore her
And I can't let go
Blink again
Take the moment to think again
There she's pouring a drink again
And I'm bored of the old commotion
Restaurant scene
50 eyes on me
If time is a healer, find me the dealer
Give me back the days that she gets
High like a fever, cries like a diva
What a fucking waste
But I know I adore her
And I can't let go
The old commotion
Restaurant scene
50 eyes on me
If time is a healer, find me the dealer
Give me back the days that she gets
High like a fever, cries like a diva
What a fucking waste
But I know time is a healer, find me the dealer
Give me back the days that she gets
High like a fever, cries like a diva
What a fucking waste
But I know time is a healer, find me the dealer
Give me back the days that she gets
High like a fever, cries like a diva
What a fucking waste
But I know time is a healer, find me the dealer
Give me back the days that she gets
Meditating like God's with you
To escape when she's so obtuse
Elevating beyond commotion
Restaurant scenes
50 eyes on me
If time is a healer, find me the dealer
Give me back the days that she gets
High like a fever, cries like a diva
What a fucking waste
But I know I adore her
And I can't let go
Blink again
Take the moment to think again
There she's pouring a drink again
And I'm bored of the old commotion
Restaurant scene
50 eyes on me
If time is a healer, find me the dealer
Give me back the days that she gets
High like a fever, cries like a diva
What a fucking waste
But I know I adore her
And I can't let go
The old commotion
Restaurant scene
50 eyes on me
If time is a healer, find me the dealer
Give me back the days that she gets
High like a fever, cries like a diva
What a fucking waste
But I know time is a healer, find me the dealer
Give me back the days that she gets
High like a fever, cries like a diva
What a fucking waste
But I know time is a healer, find me the dealer
Give me back the days that she gets
High like a fever, cries like a diva
What a fucking waste
But I know time is a healer, find me the dealer
Give me back the days that she gets
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Writer(s): Dylan Thomas
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