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In the smoke of this evening - It's getting hard to see the clear, |
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Ch ch ch choked on this feeling - that someone's thieving my death stares, |
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Oh and I picked a listener - someone waiting with eager eyes, |
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Button lipped or hisser - someone always wants to steal the surprise |
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Tongues get quiet and tied today (Souls are fired to take away), |
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And souls get tired and dry today (Tongues get tired and break away), |
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My thoughts on trial but not displayed (Souls are fired to take away), |
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My arms are mine and I want to trade (Tongues get tired and break away) |
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We're getting on the list - they're finally on the way hide out, |
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Put me on the list - we're finally on the way hide out, |
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Oh and I hear the whispers - pass it on along the line, |
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Button lipped or hisser - someone always wants to steal the surprise |
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Tongues get quiet and tied today (Souls are fired to take away), |
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And souls get tired and dry today (Tongues get tired and break away), |
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My thoughts on trial but not displayed (Souls are fired to take away), |
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Stay and off I go - and I suppose that all I know - is we got it done and hey, |
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I'm on my own - with all I chose - and all I know - is we got it done and, |
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I'm no liar but watch my face - and I'm no liar but watch my face, |
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And I hope that I am just on my game - and I've decided I'm not to say |
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Tongues get quiet and tied today (Souls are fired to take away), |
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And souls get tired and dry today (Tongues get tired and break away), |
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My thoughts on trial but not displayed (Souls are fired to take away), |
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My arms are mine and I want to trade (Tongues get tired and break away) |
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Souls get quiet and tied today (Souls are fired to take away), |
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And souls get tired and cry today (Tongues get tired and break away), |
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My thoughts on trial but not displayed (Souls are fired to take away), |
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My thoughts are quiet and tied this way (Toungues get tired and break away). |
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In the smoke of this evening - It's getting hard to see the clear, |
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Ch ch ch choked on this feeling - that someone's thieving my death stares, |
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Oh and I picked a listener - someone waiting with eager eyes, |
