Artist: Finger Eleven
wonder of the world is gone and old for sure All the wonder that I want I found in her
As a hole becomes a part that strikes a burn And no flame returns
Every intuition fails to find it's way One more table turned around and back again
Finding I'm more lost than found when she's not around When she's not around I feel it coming down
Give me what I could never ask for Connect me and you could be my chemical now
Give me the drug you know I'm after Connect me and you could be my chemical
When everybody wants you (-- the chemical comes slow --)
When everybody wants you (--the chemical comes slow--) Slow and Everybody wants you So low and Everybody wants you, So
Give me what I could never ask for Connect me and you could be the chemical
Give me the drug you know I'm after Connect me and you could be the chemical
You could be the chemical You could be the chemical You could be the chemical You could be the chemical
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