
Living with Myself Jonathan Wilson
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[Verse 1: Jonathan Wilson]
I'm living with the fear of God every single day
I'm living with myself, I know not enough of whom I speak
I'm living like the Sheriff man patrolling this dirty boulevard
Hey, look, these Aviators, man, they completely cover my
[Chorus: Jonathan Wilson]
I'm sailing on the air sometimes
And I'm really breathing deep this time
[Post-Chorus: Jonathan Wilson & Lana Del Rey]
But then it comes (comes, comes)
That same old nagging feeling
I need to do wrong (wrong, wrong)
The lies, I start to believe them
[Verse 2: Jonathan Wilson]
I'm living with my purest pleasures as my memories
I'm living with a mess, I guess, I'll never even clean
I'm loving when I slide my hands inside a dirty deck of cards
Hey, look, these Aviators, man, they completely cover my
[Chorus: Jonathan Wilson]
I'm sailing on the air sometimes
And I'm really breathing deep this time
I'm sailing on the air sometimes
And I'm really breathing deep this time
I'm living with the fear of God every single day
I'm living with myself, I know not enough of whom I speak
I'm living like the Sheriff man patrolling this dirty boulevard
Hey, look, these Aviators, man, they completely cover my
[Chorus: Jonathan Wilson]
I'm sailing on the air sometimes
And I'm really breathing deep this time
[Post-Chorus: Jonathan Wilson & Lana Del Rey]
But then it comes (comes, comes)
That same old nagging feeling
I need to do wrong (wrong, wrong)
The lies, I start to believe them
[Verse 2: Jonathan Wilson]
I'm living with my purest pleasures as my memories
I'm living with a mess, I guess, I'll never even clean
I'm loving when I slide my hands inside a dirty deck of cards
Hey, look, these Aviators, man, they completely cover my
[Chorus: Jonathan Wilson]
I'm sailing on the air sometimes
And I'm really breathing deep this time
I'm sailing on the air sometimes
And I'm really breathing deep this time
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