[Verse 1]
Flick fist to resist
When the sea starts running
And the fish keep coming and the
Palms miss the eclipse
Body now buzzing 'cause the air's out gunnin' for ya
Sweet six second bliss
Before the shore makes sure
That your soul isn't there anymore
Isn't there anymore
[Pre-Chorus]
And it's the questions that you make
The models that you fake
The medicine you're taking
To temper certain fate
And it's the questions that you make
The modеls that you're faking
The medicinе you're taking, lacing
Breaking-up the wait
While they say
[Chorus]
Oh, my dear, I've been waiting for a change
In your natural behaviour
In your natural behaviour
Oh, my dear, I've been waiting for a change
In your natural behaviour
In your natural behaviour
(Ah, till they say)
[Verse 2]
Do you know what happens in a crowded room?
When the lights get very low
And the decks go wild
And you say, "I love this song"
And everybody moves together
And you're at the centre of the universe
And everything arrives at you
[Pre-Chorus]
And it's the questions that you make
The models that you fake
The medicine you're taking
To temper certain fate
And it's the questions that you make
The models that you're faking
The medicine you're taking, lacing
Breaking-up the wait
Till they say
[Chorus]
Oh, my dear, I've been waiting for a change
In your natural behaviour
In your natural behaviour
(Ah, they say)
[Build]
The girls and the boys
And the drugs and the noise
And the plastic toys and the
The girls and the boys
And the fours and the fives
And the fish caught alive and the
And the girls and the boys
The drugs, the noise
And the plastic toys
The girls and the boys
And the drugs and the noise
And the plastic toys and the
The girls and the boys
And the fours and the fives
And the fish caught alive and the
And the girls and the boys
The drugs, the noise
And the plastic toys
[Drop]
The second hand ticks
The miniature kicks
The fish are swimming backwards
It's not something you resist
The second hand ticks
The miniature kicks
I'm tryna start the healing
But the wound is inches thick
The second hand ticks
The miniature kicks
The grass is growing backwards
It's called summer in the sticks
The second hand ticks
The miniature kicks
You're tryna start the healing
But the wound is inches thick
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