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Do you wanna be the animal to take me apart
Break my patience, corrupt my sacred art?
Do you promise to be with me if I beg and I crawl
In my darkest mood, through the private wars?
Will you stay
Even when the drugs have gone?
For it won't be long before I tumble
Turning into anxious clown
That just won't come down
In fire, in whispers
I would die for a million years
I promise to be your rockstar
But then promises don't mean anything anymore
In the summer of 2005 was a correcting
Of excuses, of our need to win
To ourselves we lied we could be the new beginning
Digging up treasure, taking the time to love
And to live, and to sin, and you stayed
Even when the drugs were gone
So I sing this song to you on our island of never-ending poetry
It's just you and me
In fire, in whispers
I would die for a million years
I promise to be your rockstar
But then rockstars don't mean anything anymore
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