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 I got it from my daddy
I feel nice you look nice

 I’m so sick of that same old love, my body's had enough

 Cause space is just a word made up by someone who's afraid to get close

 Jedno wiem, gdy robię wszystkim wbrew,
Że po to są marzenia.

 Far across the distance
And spaces between us
You have come to show you go on

 Tell the devil I said 'hey' when you get back to where you from.

 Gdybym mógł zapisać sny
ktoś by mieszkał w nich

 Want you to take me like a thief in the night
Hold me like a pillow, make me feel right

 Is it too late now to say sorry?
Yeah I know that I let you down

 In the void I go
Nothing here seems close to what I know