Lyrics

I see your daughter on the phone, the lips are moving like a thought I sleep on. It's ten procent to get me through, good things are hard to come by, to come by, I come back. I see your daughter on the phone, the lips are moving like a thought I sleep on. It's ten procent to get me through, good things are hard to come by, to come by, I come back. I don't breath at all, it's not like me. I can't walk the floor, seen the Devil. I can't see the door, smells like Heaven. I don't breath at all. I see your daughter on the phone, the lips are moving like a thought I sleep on. It's ten procent to get me through, good things are hard to come by, to come by, I come back. I see your daughter on the phone, the lips are moving like a thought I sleep on. It's ten procent to get me through, good things are hard to come by, to come by, I come back. I don't breath at all, (I come back) it's not like me. I can't walk the floor, (I come back) seen the Devil. I can't see the door, (I come back) smells like Heaven. I don't breath at all. (I come back)
Writer(s): Regan James Mathews, Nicholas James Murphy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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