I get the feeling like I'm letting go
And I don't care what people think anymore
Homing real good
Like a missile
I'm a reaper
With a tombstone
I had a craving, but the craving was wrong
You think you got it, but the getting is gone
I'll admit it
I was threaded through the needle
A long wait, but the weight got better
Oooh
I'm a bad song
I'm a free bird
I'm an asshole
Apple-polisher
But I don't care what people think anymore
You think you got it, but the getting is gone
Homing real good
Blow the whistle
Prodigal son
Come and kiss her
I'll admit it, I was threaded through the needle
A long wait, but the weight got better
I was soaking in momentum
Where did it go after the flood?
I can need it like a needle, but I'm letting it go
Like a needle in a haystack
I can need it like a needle, but I'm letting it go
I'm a needle in a haystack
One in a million
Money-maker
I'm an asshole
Come and kiss her
I'll admit it, I was threaded through the needle
A long wait, but the weight got better
I was soaking in Momentum
Where did it go after the flood?
Where did it go after the flood?
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