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Contraband, heaven sent, I don't know where to stand All the time, if in doubt, chew it up, spit it out Chamomile, infantile, takes a while, chew it good All the time in the mud, tear it down, fix it up Contraband, heaven sent, I don't know where to stand All the time, if in doubt, chew it up, spit it out Chamomile, infantile, takes a while, chew it good All the time in the mud, tear it down, fix it up Synchronize your senses Fill your time with elaborate ventures Fast forward desire Fast forward retire Think twice, don't speak your mind Join the queue as they're waiting in line If I've heard it once, I've heard it a thousand times Contraband through the fence, I don't know if it lands All the time on my own, first world problems, second homes Chamomile, grapeseed, everything in between All the time in the mud, tear it down, fix it up Contraband through the fence, I don't know if it lands All the time on my own, first world problems, second homes Chamomile, grapeseed, everything in between All the time in the mud, tear it down, fix it up Synchronize your senses Fill your time with elaborate ventures Fast forward desire Fast forward retire Think twice, don't speak your mind Join the queue as they're waiting in line If I've heard it once, I've heard it a thousand times Cutting holes in the ice of my mezzanine floor and going fishing for compliments Cruel intentions weigh heavy on my conscience and as the day and my thoughts live on The bridge is broken, the road is closed There's a 2-ton beast in my bed and I want rid of it The glass is half full but my brain's nearly empty and there's nothing I can do about it
Writer(s): Sam Peter Robinson, Isaac Turner, James Kay, George Townend, Benjamin Davies Morgan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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