Thursday - "Millimeter"
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There''s a bullet in my bag
And it tells me what to think
In the middle of the night
When I can''t sleep
There''s a bullet in my bag
Singing sweetly:
"You traded 8 for 35 millimeter

But the trigger slips,
The shot goes wide
By a millimeter."
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There''s a body in my bed
Telling me to stand
In the middle of the fire
Where I can''t breathe
There''s a body in my bed
Sleeping softly.
Then the day comes on
And something''s off
A millimeter.
Sometimes close is not close enough:
Millimeter.
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When the numbers are run
The measure''s off a millimeter.
We run for miles to come up short
By a millimeter.