Album: The Trouble With...Harry

I walk across the mirrors on the floor
You're looking down so you can see more
I'm drunk on all of this insanity
Overdosing on reality
The bigger the high, the further the fall
I crawl the carpets, I'm climbing the walls
I need it baby to feel good within
You know I love the mess we're in
Dream like dreamers and we
Need like users and we
Hate like Hitlers and we
Win like losers
And it tastes like kisses, kisses, kisses
And it tastes like kisses
But I'll be right here til the end of it
You stay in bed and I run out of the door
It took me so long to get up off the floor
I always bite off more than i can chew
But Im hungry without you
Dream like dreamers and we
Need like users and we
Hate like Hitlers and we
Win like losers and we
Cry like children and we
Stray like preachers and we
Lie like lovers and we
Pray like sinners
And it tastes like kisses, kisses, kisses
And it tastes like kisses
But I'll be right here til the end of it
Love the mess were in
Dream like dreamers and we
Need like users and we
Hate like Hitlers and we
Win like losers and we
Cry like children and we
Stray like preachers and we
Lie like lovers and we
Pray like sinners
And it taste like kisses, kisses, kisses
And it taste like kisses
But I'll be right here til the end of it
And it taste like kisses
And youve bitten off more than you can swallow
And it taste like kisses
But I'll be right here til the end of it

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