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I still see your glimpse of you When I pass your dorm I still see your glimpse of you In my own escort I still see your glimpse of you Kicking when I'm sore I still see your glimpse of you This time, I adore I still see, I still see I still see you everyday I still see, I still see (See) I still see you See (I still see) See (I still see) See (I still see) See (I still see) It's your birthday today I pray that you answer the door I just flew into DC, ayy The altitude cancel the noise (I still see) I'm not gonna front another pound With the rhythm of a pounce beat I knew that would get your guard down Letras de cancionesI smile when I hear the knob squeak We make eye contact, so swift And then you look far past me Your mannerisms, oh, so frantic Every time I see 'em and it's like the first time I get lost, begin to panic But I slow-breathe and wipe my mist 'Cause even though you let me in your place You kick me out when paranoia hits So I will cherish all the time you give me I got so many updates to share (I still see) I broke up with my last girlfriend I did Flog Gnaw last year My ass just been into feelings hatin' lately But no more hospital visits Knock on wood, I'm putting on some healthy weight Just like you did at my digits I gotta access this shit to tell you It's been forever, don't know where to start But will I go a long tangent? Nah I'm keeping all my words brief and sparse I hope if I can calm inside your presence That you will then return to yourself And I can catch a glimpse of you to take home And put up on the center of my shelf, look I still see you, I still see you You are a borderline (I still see) I still see you, the bark of my roots I grow from you, my friend I still see you, I still see you You are a borderline (I still see) I still see you, the bark of my roots I grow from you, my friend Yeah You are a borderline I still see You are a borderline (I still see) I grow from you, my friend So there's another story in the Bible The story of a man who lived in a cave And he would cut himself, and the people in the community would try to Contain him with chains And he broke through the chains They called him the Demoniac He was tormented by voices Today, we would call that schizophrenic And the next day, the same man who was living in caves Was sitting quietly clothed and in his right mind That story gives me hope every time I Lose faith, that he could be well I read that story Mm From Letras Mania