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Maybe some day we’ll meet again when our two roads hit the same dead end

And oh, I’m counting the days

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 oh, she ain’t coming with me

There’s a time to fight and a time to get out, you’ll fight 'til we’re all

knocked out

And oh, I keep counting teeth

Everyone’s an artist with a pristine vision

Cellular intelligencer, 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 oh, what can I say?

I got a wine-swept smile and a well-timed mile, I’ve been running since I heard

they’d sooner see us die

Than oh, come and die next to us

Up to her knees, men keep hitting

White suits fuck 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 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

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