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Made In Heights

All The Places

 

All The Places


All the pictures of your mother, all the places that you know
All the lessons of your lovers and the things you never show
You know you could be mistaking me for somebody else
All the roses you can send to me could sit on my shelf
Now my chain is feeling heavy on my neck when I write
But my heart is beating steady and I know it never lies
Dead could, dead could start to feel and your eyes will start to flood
If you know the kind of steel running in my royal blood

[Chorus:]
Places, places you met me
Wish you could do without me or the you're gonna
Places, places you met me
Wish you could do without me or the you're gonna
Hurt my chain
Check my eager tone, check my [?] could tell [?]
Check my eager tone, check my [?] could tell [?]
And my, and my, my chain

Size me up, I know you did, good for you, you know I did
Making waves like a kid, run away so easily
If the past could forgive all adults, God forbid
Throwing stones like a kid, make your way so easily
Call me brave, call me bright, messing up it's only right
Fascinated by the sounds of all night
For my sake, for my right messing up it's only right
Fascinated by the sounds of all night

[Chorus]

All the wild horses, all the tigers with the stripes
In the city, all the voices, bold and busy is my type
On the banks of good and evil raising arms like my tree
All the creatures all the people want a piece of me
And you could be mistaking me for somebody else
If you don't forsaken me, well you can call me Kels
My mind are in the heavens and my shoes are in the mud
Leaving traces size seven, running in my royal blood

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