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aro vana - xvii lyrics

[verse 1]
come meet me out the back, oh
don’t forget to bring your rifle
shoot lines like a cash flow
reflex striking me faster than a viper

[chorus 1]
tell me where you wanna go
i could make your big dreams roll on a show
‘course you gotta work first
‘course you gotta work first

[verse 2]
backing up a month or so, so separate
maybe even further you could see how we were made
floor it on the motorway
i wanna see your hands flex veins and your muscles move, what’s moving next?
palm on my waist, palm, palm on my waist
hot skin breathe fast, what they gonna say?
eyes all ice just like i remembered them
how could i be forgetting them?

[verse 3]
i’ve had more drinks in my hands than i have had boys telling me they’re loving me
i wish i could be more ruthless
use my fake heart less
maybe even hope that i could be more like my father, childless
i wish i could leave and just forget this
fall into a bottle like he did and disappear quick
drive fast, always gotta drive fast
nearly hit the bridge, but at least i’m feeling wildness

[chorus 2]
tell me where you wanna go
i could make your big dreams roll on a show
tell me if you wanna bleed
i could break a gl-ss bottle on your knee
tell me if you wanna go
i could hold you for forever, don’t you know
course you gotta break first
we always gotta break first

[post-chorus]
son of a, son of a, son of a gun
son of a, son of a, son of a gun
son of a, son of a, son of a gun
son of a, son of a, son of a gun

[verse 4]
feels good even though don’t like to see you not smile
dark in your eyes, i can see you’ve kept this in for a long while
tangible tactile, put that on my profile
i’m the powerful, i’m the god-child
i have the privilege of saying that i’m over it
even though i know that i could learn to love you again if i so bid it
wait a minute… i need to breathe
are you asking what i think you’re asking me?
take three? i’m not sure if this is where i wanna be
i can’t answer this proposition to me
maybe i’ll just shake your hand and calmly leave
i don’t need this, i took time to cut it clean
oh-oh, oh-oohh, heart out
took more bullets than a shot round
trypophobia, i got tripped out
throw a life ring ’cause i won’t drown
underwater and struggling
body sinking faster than a chest full of smugglings
gold, gold, diamonds and pearls
look at the gild on this girl
i want the world

[post-chorus]
son of a, son of a, son of a gun
son of a, son of a, son of a gun
son of a, son of a, son of a gun
son of a, son of a, son of a gun

- aro vana lyrics

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