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I drilled a hole in my head to get them out.
These floor boards still weak as I creak on by.
Vinegars dry my bread is stale
My ties done up wrong and this stories a tale I said.

So what, so what?
I see my blood turnin brown.
It’s time, it's time
to see the sun go down.
Come on, come up
to my room of sin.
And I'll see ya tomorrow to do it over again.

Sellin bricks by the ton to suckers across the town.
Head is hot with sweat I feel the back of your hand.
Free cold cuts of flesh tonight
walkin up and down the street no one cares if you're diseased.

So what, so what?
He's hikin up your skirt.
It's time, it's time
spread the seed spread the flirt.
Come on, come up
these blinkin eyes scream trust
And I'll taste you again when I drink to much.

Treasure this now my little dove
your searchin turns nuthin
ya can't find love cos who wants a tattered torn down old man
when theres applications out for younger lookin hands.

Your faith is endless in a stream of red.
He's parted the sea and it's you I regret.
Ya can't prove nuthin in your sea of lies.
Cos they see right through transparent eyes.

Come on, come up
Ya know I love ya dear
It's time, it's time
to give yourself my ear,
So what, so what?
I can't believe it's you but ya say ya love me so it must be true

Come on, come up
Ya know I love ya dear
It's time, it's time
to give yourself my ear,
So what, so what?
I can't believe it's you but ya say ya love me so it must be true

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