Bassline Drift - Proximity
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It's getting late
Time to go
With a hand on her neck, buried in his chest
Take a dose

Just breathe it in
All those fumes
There is nothing to gain, voluntary pain
In the room

Pick one or the other
No choice in the matter
He went with the latter

Come back to me
You'll never get enough of me

Let's raise the stakes
All eyes on them
Cause it's one thing to blush but he gave her that rush
With his hands

Just take that curse
Make it spin
Carving prisons and locks, find that forever love
Just not with him

But he keeps running back to me

Running, running back to me
Coming, coming back for me
Taking, taking love from me
Til there's nothing left of us