Texty: Bush. Sixteen Stone. Swim.

Could not believe, came here today
Helmet was on, you blew me away
House is on fire, we're naked again
Maybe all we need is water and friends

Shackles and chains
Won't keep me away
Temple is you
And my brow is insane

I wanna be just like you
I wanna feel right through you
I wanna see just with you
I wanna live
I wanna die you

Thinning ice, fourteen hairdryers
I'm swimming to you, flame on earth desire
Poor on the rise, rich on the fall
This cripple's with you
Fame is a whore

I wanna be just like you
I wanna feel right through you
I wanna see just with you
I wanna live
I wanna die you

I wanna fit inside you
I wanna room inside you
If money talks I wanna buy you
I wanna die
I wanna die
I wanna live you

I'm not scared of you
Girl give up on drugs
If I make it through jaws of love
Jaws of love
You held my hand for a while

I wanna be just like you
I wanna feel right through you
I wanna see just with you
I wanna die
I wanna live you

I wanna fit inside you
I wanna room inside you
If money talks, if money talks
If money talks, if money talks

I'll kill you, kill you, kill
You, kill you, kill you, kill
You, kill you, kill you, kill
You, kill you, kill you, kill
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