Even though you want it You really shouldn't think about it Treason is a tar pit It's so tacky to preserve alone Can you live like a crow? There's your answer. As you pick at my bones with your friends and their barren tongues won't fill your lungs.
(Love tends to dry in hands that don't try) And you can find it in a heartbeat, and leave it tangled in the bed sheets You burn your bridges in the backseat then show up widowed on the high street
Come on say you've done it Though we don't have to talk about it The stains left on the carpet Scream loud enough for all to know Do your legs fail the floor? There's your answer A mistake with a sword Needs a ransom But you've got no jazz to have the cash
(Love tends to dry in hands that don't try) And you can find it in a heartbeat, and leave it tangled in the bed sheets You burn your bridges in the backseat then show up widowed on the high street In a coat for assault, desperate and bleak.
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