Drew Beskin - Still the Speaks

The feeling is on all wrong a habit formed
On my own I take my time and on the line
All alone self service ride

And now it's just fine long gone nostalgia porn
On my own all in my crime and on my mind
On my own we're to believe still it speaks to me

Come you are my sun run at it hon'
You are no space invader baby
I, I'll end up fine coming down higher
You are the town crier
And in days when the main distraction was fun how can it raise a ton?
Formula town crier

The feeling is on all wrong a habit formed
On my own I take my time and on the line
All alone self service ride

And now it's just fine long gone nostalgia porn
On my own all in my crime and on my mind
On my own we're to believe just still the speaks for me

Come you are my sun run at it hon'
You are no space invader baby
I, I'll end up fine coming down higher
You are the town crier
And in days when the main distraction was fun how can it raise a ton?
Formula town crier

Written by:
Drew Beskin

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