Hook:
Pull me close like a magnet
Pull the force to make it happen
Like a puppet, you must entertain
Cuz apathy is such a playful thing
Analyrical:
You want me to care well i wish you were there
Pull me to you, but you're so unaware
Pull on my brain, and i'll pull the insane
With nothing but roughage and full of complaint
This is an exercise
To pull on desires and jeapordize
The way that you think and the way that you crave
Pull me to fail and I'm pulling away
Pull me to dark, pull me to sting
Pull out the cards, I can do anything
Pull out the heart, pull on the strings
Pull out the art, pull me to sing
Hook
Phingaz:
Smoking a cigarette, standing on the corner
My heart pulls to her, I'm a live organ donor
She takes one drag, puckers her lips
She blows me a kiss, it's my soul that shes missed
Running
A hamster in the wheel, I can't stay here but I can't sit still
Smiles with her eyes, she gives me a wink
She knows that I'm lying I could never retreat
Pull me to cold, Pull me to heat
Pull at the folds I can do anything
Pull out the soul, pull on the strings
Pull out the art, pull me to sing.
Hook
credits
from Tales of the Troubadours,
released January 22, 2013
Bass, Guitar, Banjo, Organ and Programming by Phingaz
Mixed by Phingaz
Lyrics by Analyrical & Phingaz
Mastered by Bob "The Pro Tools Terrorist" Lindberg
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