Finger Eleven - Slow Chemical
The wonder of the world is gone I know for sure
All the wonder that I want I found in her
As the whole becomes a part I strike to burn
And no flame returns
Every intuition fails to find it's way
One more table turned around I'm back again
Finding I'm more lost and found when she's not around
When she's not around I feel it coming down
Give me what I could never ask for
Connect me and you could be my chemical NOW
Give me the drug you know I'm after
Connect me and you could be my chemical
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