| You got form
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| Not at all
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| I get bigger than me
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| You want more
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| And as you pour away on me
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| I start too see
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| What I feel comfortably
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| And in my mind
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| I’m wrestling that you don’t wanna know
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| There’s just too much game playing for a call
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| In the open moments you get nothing true at all
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| So you get hard, you got me still, you got me cold
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| But we could get higher, higher
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| Higher, higher, higher, higher
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| Higher, higher
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| Higher, higher, higher, higher
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| You’re not calling
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| Feels like I want it
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| But i know you won’t do better than me
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| And in between
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| I do believe
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| There is space
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| A sea becomes a tree
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| And in my mind
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| I’m wrestling that you don’t wanna know
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| There’s just too much game playing for a call
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| In the open moments you get nothing true at all
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| So you get hard, you got me still, you got me cold
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| But we could get higher, higher
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| Higher, higher, higher, higher
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| Higher, higher
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| Higher, higher, higher, higher
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| My rules, my horse has four feet stuck on the floor
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| And now your wife, your wife has to know this shit all her life
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| And you’re sure, you sure, you best believe I’m moving on
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| And so you go, go on, be gone, I’m done
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| (But we could) get higher, higher
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| Higher, higher, higher, higher
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| (But we could) get higher, higher
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| Higher, higher, higher, higher
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| (But we could) |