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Tryna get my head, Out of my own mind that I keep. Waiting outside but, I can feel every step you take. Getting so close, Getting so warm to me. This idea of revolution, Why don’t you keep it to yourself? Don’t you know? If you love me, You love my addictions too. All the world, All the world, Is mine. All the world, All the world, Is mine. Keeping my head down, Tryna get better. Only this letter keeps me still. Watching you work, All of these ideas, That’ll get tangled in your mind. And you might be broke, But you’re not broken. Well, what does it matter? When the rhythms just gone, And the melody’s just holding on. Well, am I just holding on? Have I done something wrong? Don’t you know that I love you? Or did it never cross your mind? All the world, All the world, Is mine. All the world, All the world, Is mine. Well, I always call, I always call, But you never pick up. Well, I always call, I always call, But you never pick up. I always call, I always call, But you never pick up. I always call, I always call, But you never pick up. Nah you never pick up. Well, I always call, I always call, But you never pick up. Nah you never pick up. I always call, I always call, But you never pick up. Nah you never pick up.