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Goddamn, you're just a foot away from slipping
Make your moves by standing still
And I'd love to get a taste of what you're dripping
Your cup of wonders needs a fill

Hey genious, there ain't no thinner line
It's only what it takes to survive my time
With an iron will and rust in mind
We got so much more than time to kill

My oh my, who's in'vour haven misbehaving?
I'm just a heathen on a stroll
Fell straight through the palms of the healer
And sold my soul but not for rock and roll
Hey genious, lost and found and lost again
On your own you make a perfect friend
With an iron will and rust in mind
And the will to bring it on home

Goddamn, you're just a foot away from slipping
Shine your shoes and polish your doubt
I would love to get a taste of what you're sipping
And ask the roots where the fruits have gone
Baby, bring it on home

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