We've passed the end, so we chase forever. 'Cause this is all we know. This feeling's all we know. I'll ride my bike up to the road. Down the streets right through the city. I'll go everywhere you go. From Chicago to the coast. You tell me, "Hit this and let's go. Blow the smoke right through the window."
[Chorus] Who can I love when they tell me I can't love myself? How in the hell could I possibly love someone else? Who can I love when they tell me I can't love myself? (Let me know, for them
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