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Spectator - Friday Pilots Club
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Spectator Friday Pilots Club

Spectator - Friday Pilots Club
[Verse 1]
If we take it from the top now
Just how you left me before
Found me breaking out of blackout
With one hand on the door
I feel my body calling
Dying for a way to let go
(Cold stare, are you tasting the glare?)
It's his voice, through my lips
Yeah I’m beggin' him to leave me alone
(No shot, boy I'm all all that you got)

[Chorus]
Spectator
Mirror me
A best seller
First edition of a lip read
Cold killer
A big tease
I’m on the edge
I'm exactly where you want me
Exactly where you want me
I'm exactly where you want me to be

[Verse 2]
Alone in your perception
A personal hell
I drown in self-deception
Seems like I'm serving you well
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