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You can hear the engines at the road
you can feel the concrete
you can feel the cold
you can swear this is the last time
that you’re gonna trade your days for a sliver of gold
Is it burning like a fever?
Is it nothing at all?
the pattern in the sunrise
patterns in the salt
you can swear this is the last time
that you’re gonna trade your days for a sliver of gold
is it what you ask for
is it what you ask for in the night
used to wake you up
is it what you ask for in the night
is it what you ask for
is it what you ask for in the night
used to wake you up
is it what you ask for in the night
do what you can live with
don’t stop for me
don’t stop for me
all that you ask for
is it what you ask for in the night
used to wake you up
is it what you ask for in the night
don’t fall for it
it sets your mind reeling, all of it
it’s a pattern astray
so come off of it
in your sleep you kept saying come on
