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Dazed (feat. Julia Shortreed & Joseph Wallace) Video (MV)






Ghost in the Tapes - Dazed (feat. Julia Shortreed & Joseph Wallace) Lyrics




Hands on the ground, to reach your mind
I'll give my disused body
If I can reach you deeply
Still alive to see
Still alive to be inspired
Still alive to feel your love

Whoa, man I been feeling so over reactive
What a bunch of theatrics
Hanging around, I'm 'bout to go bat shit
Banging the chest like a drum
Never keep an ape for a pet
I'm about to eat the beat
And maul the f*cking face of this
Get your ass out the way
Better behave, I been raving in my head
Die! Die! Paint the sky red then I woke up in my bed
But I am open-minded
Like a fractured skull
Feel like the richest man in the world
Going back on doll
Crying to the cashier
Broken in the atmosphere
Choking on the words
I was about to use to practice here
Yeah, did I dropped dead this month
Split between the hemispheres in my head
They quake when I wake up
Then dots in my eyes break up
My DNA's faceless, sick of it's genetic make up
Ready to fill the base needs and peel away the final layers
Underneath the epidermis
You can find my prayers
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English

Hands on the ground, to reach your mind
I'll give my disused body
If I can reach you deeply
Still alive to see
Still alive to be inspired
Still alive to feel your love

Whoa, man I been feeling so over reactive
What a bunch of theatrics
Hanging around, I'm 'bout to go bat shit
Banging the chest like a drum
Never keep an ape for a pet
I'm about to eat the beat
And maul the f*cking face of this
Get your ass out the way
Better behave, I been raving in my head
Die! Die! Paint the sky red then I woke up in my bed
But I am open-minded
Like a fractured skull
Feel like the richest man in the world
Going back on doll
Crying to the cashier
Broken in the atmosphere
Choking on the words
I was about to use to practice here
Yeah, did I dropped dead this month
Split between the hemispheres in my head
They quake when I wake up
Then dots in my eyes break up
My DNA's faceless, sick of it's genetic make up
Ready to fill the base needs and peel away the final layers
Underneath the epidermis
You can find my prayers
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Writer: Julia Shortreed, Sam Gordon
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