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maybe some day we'll meet again when our two roads hit the same dead end and o-oh i'm counting the days cuz you've got something that i've never since seen a willing heart and a part that's clean we're both good at counting days with an ounce of intuition and your parents' ammunition you come here hungry wearing naked ambition hysterical to meet you can you get me in? i got three years tied to the mast of this town she's a handsome ship but i'm going down and o-oh she ain't coming with me there's a time to fight and a time to get out but you'll fight till we're all knocked out and oh i keep counting teeth everyone's an artist with a pristine vision a cellular intelligencer with a fire in her kitchen too many chefs on dope. and the rich don't listen i am the rabbit wrapped in panic actor bag in a tree you will outlast the cast and me i gotta get some release! it's up or out and the ladders on fire she greased her frock with a smile that moves the sky surviving the insult day to day they give you the insult to make it go away and o-oh what can i say? i got a wine swept smile and a well-timed mile i've been running since i heart they'd sooner see us die than o-oh come and die next to us up to her knees in men keep hitting and the white suits **** like bad television latest simple angel come die next to me i am a shifting shape a wire walker coked with the hopes of happy happy ever after i came to trial out of style but i got my eye on a country mile where the people you know are the ones you like |
