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maker

paris jackson

Stumbling outside
Confusing the day
Nothing matters
For me anyway
I'd trade all my freedom
To a merchant for dust
Something to smoke
Something to crush
Well, come on down, come on down
Meet my maker
Come on down
To the field where the poppies grow
It'll feel like this, it'll fix you up

Any takers?
Come on down, come on down
It'll feel like home
Can't wake you up and shake it from you
I'm fading out a thousand times
Well, pick me up and say I'm dying lay me down
Can't change my mind well, come on down, come on down
Meet my maker
Come on down
To the field where the poppies grow

It'll feel like this, it'll fix you up
Any takers?
Come on down, come on down
It'll feel like home
Try to tell me what I'm thinking but I can't feel my broken bones
Well, come on down, come on down
Meet my maker
Come on down
To the field where the poppies grow
It'll feel like this, it'll fix you up
Any takers?
Come on down, come on down

It'll feel like home

Composição: Linda Perry, Paris Jackson