In Touch
Give me a hand; we are exploring a place
I'm brushing my hair; It's like having an affair with you
Blowing with air, on the edge of the pier
Self-correction, accumulated purification
Working hard on my salvation
Loving harder, that's my treasure
Knock knock, who's there?
I'm way too sober, clarity got wider
A vast amount of plastic powder
Knock knock, who's there?
Is it me, or is it you?
Perfection of elevation, the concentration of obsession
Sliding down my confession
Sealing up my love for fashion
That sanctuary position
That sanctuary affinity
What a mystic symphony
Play it all night, play it to me
Knock knock, who's there?
I'm way too sober, clarity got wider
A vast amount of plastic powder
Give me a hand; we are exploring a place
I'm brushing my hair; It's like having an affair with you
Blowing with air, on the edge of the pier
Self-correction, accumulated purification
Working hard on my salvation
Loving harder, that's my treasure
Knock knock, who's there?
I'm way too sober, clarity got wider
A vast amount of plastic powder
Knock knock, who's there?
Is it me, or is it you?
Perfection of elevation, the concentration of obsession
Sliding down my confession
I'm brushing my hair; It's like having an affair with you
Blowing with air, on the edge of the pier
Self-correction, accumulated purification
Working hard on my salvation
Loving harder, that's my treasure
Knock knock, who's there?
I'm way too sober, clarity got wider
A vast amount of plastic powder
Knock knock, who's there?
Is it me, or is it you?
Perfection of elevation, the concentration of obsession
Sliding down my confession
Sealing up my love for fashion
That sanctuary position
That sanctuary affinity
What a mystic symphony
Play it all night, play it to me
Knock knock, who's there?
I'm way too sober, clarity got wider
A vast amount of plastic powder
Give me a hand; we are exploring a place
I'm brushing my hair; It's like having an affair with you
Blowing with air, on the edge of the pier
Self-correction, accumulated purification
Working hard on my salvation
Loving harder, that's my treasure
Knock knock, who's there?
I'm way too sober, clarity got wider
A vast amount of plastic powder
Knock knock, who's there?
Is it me, or is it you?
Perfection of elevation, the concentration of obsession
Sliding down my confession
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