The Hit

You’re so powerful
Charged up to one-hundred
You can make me feel numb
You can make me feel everything
We’re identical
We spend our whole lives
Being scared of each other
And scared of admitting it

Now, where do I start?
Where do you end?
All I wanted was a friend

But it’s some kinda magic
Some voodoo doll shit
You get the cut and I feel the sting
Burn alive or burn the bridge
Oh, you get the punch and I feel the hit
It’s like you gеt the punch and I feel the hit

I don’t wanna burden with how I’vе been feeling
It’s just my perception of what you’re perceiving
I'm thinking your thoughts before you even get there
Oh, it’s typical
When it’s good, it’s so good
But it’s always like I had nothing to tell with it
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Now, where do I start?
Where do you end?
All I wanted was a friend

But it’s some kinda magic
Some voodoo doll shit
You get the cut and I feel the sting
It’s burn alive or burn the bridge
Oh, you get the punch and I feel the hit
It’s like you get the punch and I feel the hit

Oh-oh
Do you remember when we first met cause I do
I was so obsessed with your accent, had to know you
Two weirdos, two sisters, thick as thieves
Oh, it was magic, I felt it, I felt it
Maybe nothing that good can just be good
End up caring and sharing way more than we should
Two weirdos, two sisters, too good to be true
I never know how to let it go when I'm this close to you

And it’s some kinda magic
Some voodoo doll shit
You get the cut and I feel the sting
It’s burn alive or burn the bridge
Oh, you get the punch and I feel the hit
It’s like you get the punch and I feel the hit