My heart it races
with the thought of it alone
i sit and listen
to the rhythm
layed upon that radio
it makes you duck
and whats it worth
hiding in your zone
live free is what they claim
chained right close to their phone
let it go
or you will be just another
Aug 9, 2017
Aug 9, 2017 at 8:16 PM UTC
My heart it races
with the thought of it alone
i sit and listen
to the rhythm
layed upon that radio
it makes you duck
and whats it worth
hiding in your zone
live free is what they claim
chained right close to their phone
let it go
or you will be just another
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