It stumbles through the dark,
it's this messy messy treatment
I have been a strange hand
with too many rollie pikes,
it was worth that feeling though
it's my favorite kind of love,
may believe it swag inside,
it was worthy.
You can't believe it's nothing
You can't believe it's nothing
we believe it's nothing,
You can't believe it's nothing
we believe it's nothing.
There's a little wandering rat
in the photograph of Harry
he's walking to the street
What's he looking for?
What's he looking for?
for some on piece magic
and feel it around
oh I'm so tremble, a new sensation
I've never felt before
I've never felt before.
You not believe in nothing
you not believe in nothing
we believe in nothing
you're not believe in nothing
your heart believe in nothing
your heart believe in nothing
we believe in nothing
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