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Artiste:
The Directive
Titre:
Where Is My Supersuit?
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Touch to keep from talking, to keep us guessing, to keep complacent and I can't complain This feels too right to be wrong I try to hide a broken heart, but you could just read my sleeves I! I never thought that it would come to this I! I think we're in the clear But each tick tock counts me out Never mind the clock it's only you that concerns me You see I've got a lot of things to tell you But my mouth is hushed your lips are stopping them, stopping them from speaking every word I'd construct and every thought that'd come up can't compare, another tack on the things that I can't do First time we kept our tongues pressed to our cheeks, this time around lets make it less discrete. Felt a touch to my fingers, now it's out of my hands And then we're at it again, at it again, at it again Touch to keep from talking, to keep us guessing, If only I could focus on controlling my breathing. We never thought that it would come to this You think we're in the clear, I can't be in too deep You see I've got a lot of things to tell you But my mouth is hushed your lips are stopping them, stopping them from speaking every word I'd construct and every thought that'd come up can't compare, another tack and I can't First time we kept our tongues pressed to our cheeks, this time around lets make it less discrete. Felt a touch to my fingers, now it's out of my hands And then we're at it again, at it again, at it again Touch to keep from talking, to keep us guessing, to keep complacent and I can't complain First time we kept our tongues pressed to our cheeks, this time around lets make it less discrete. Felt a touch to my fingers, now it's out of my hands And then we're at it again, at it again, at it again