What I got here
I could spend it in a day
Or I could save it
Buy a Guild, an 808
It's not enough to pay for all of my loves
But still I crave
And the craving's like a blast
Racing down opposite paths
And it's aimed at what may still be out of reach
Anyway
A Burial rave
A Scientist drop
A tracking shot
That follows me into the dark
A gamma-ray burst
A Sugar Ray fight
An open mic
And crowds I'd gather every night
What I bought here
I could break it in a flash
Or I could give it
To you
But they need you far away
And I'll stay for a while
And the probes we send keep on floating
Through the universe
A Burial rave
A Scientist drop
A tracking shot
That follows me into the dark
A gamma-ray burst
A Sugar Ray fight
An open mic
For crowds who never pay a dime
And the craving's like a blast
Racing down opposite paths
And it's aimed at what may still be out of reach
Anyway
If I lay low
And keep both
Of my halves
In my coat
Together, forever
I won't get
In trouble
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