Visual Diet
Oh i feel
The stars are in your eyes
And they make you blind
Coming up to heaven
Coming up to hell with you

The man he
Forms a
Subject
He gets me every time
He plays it
On the radio
Makes it simple
Makes it simple
In his rhyme

Oh i feel
The stars are in your eyes
And they make you blind
Coming up to heaven
Coming up to hell with you
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