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  1. New Supply

From the recording High Art

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Lyrics

You got me figured out
You got me stressing on some shit I shouldn't think about
That I can do without
I'm talking 'bout the way I feel
Cause you know like I know
This shit ain't real
But it gets me through the day
When the lonely hits
It's a simple how you doin' from the ones I miss

And there I go again

So tell me what to do
Keep on denying that I'm feeling like I'm feeling you
Or that it it can't be true that
Maybe you might feel the same
And does it matter
It ain't nothing but a childish game
But it gets me through the day
And when the nighttime hits
I stay up daydreaming bout the ones I miss
Laid up in my bed
Writing sad songs cause they're living in my head

And there I go again
And there I go again
And there I go again
And there I go again

Oh I've got a case of inspiration
Laced with a hint of infatuation
I've got a case of inspiration
New supply