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How Can I Know If You're Really Here?

There must be something you wanna hear
A camera to take you through town and around
A bar to drink your eyelids out and mine
I ain't got much to show, girl
But there must be something you wanna hear

A few times counted, but you're not really here
A city to walk through while the binary code it breaks
Lotta numbers running above my cloudy head
You ain't got much to show me, girl
So how can I know, how can I know that you're here?

Even in bed I feel my head spinning
My tense neck and my fuzzy sight
Won't let me make the right call
So why don't you make the right call?

True and heartfelt, nothing's unfelt
True and heartfelt, nothing was spilled
True and goddamn, and over again
True and unstained, armor and gain

So many old fights fought together, yet you stand
The rest of the town are drinking on the streets
Please drink up the whole town with me
She ain't got much to show us, girl
So many new old fights to fight together and yet so many wars to lose

Even in bed I feel my head spinning
My tense neck and my fuzzy sight
Won't let me make the right call
So why don't you make the right call?

True and heartfelt, nothing's unfelt
True and heartfelt, nothing was spilled
True and goddamn, and over again
True and unstained, armor and gain
Written by hollowgraphic (Philip Everett Brock)
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