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He calls to me I go Its peaceful how we flow I tumble with the border Cross every bridge alone We dance between the lines I seek but I don't find There's chaos in the order I'm a part of everyone Bang heads with the King's Cup Up with their hands they just can't seem to get enough It's beauty and the bullshit But yours is just explosive One slip from raising hell Two slips from a padded cell Like a satchel in your circus Taking coins from a wishing well Always jumping on my case I got a feeling you gotta change Always thinking with a purpose I wish you would just say, "Thanks but i don't find cover, I'm always like my brother with the love and the bliss and the bulls and the money." Bang heads with the King's Cup, SongtexteUp with their hands they just can't get enough It's beauty and the bullshit But yours is just explosive Bang heads with the King's Cup Up with their hands they just can't get enough It's beauty and the bullshit But yours is just explosive I play with fire, my Christ tells me things, I don't know. I play your games, throwing daggers to free up space Just like my taste with the sweetest things, because I'm living on the edge from whatever i create Bang heads like them kids playing King's Cup Throw up their hands they just can't get enough It's beauty and the bullshit But yours is just explosive Bang heads with the King's Cup Up with their hands they just can't get enough It's beauty and the bullshit but yours is just explosive Aus Songtexte Mania