| A Well Placed Hole |
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| Come on down pour yourself another pint of courage |
| While I sit around and wait for you to find your claws |
| I would never be the one to have discouraged |
| Such a fine attempt at the art of climbing walls |
| Who would ever thought I’d be the one to finally lose you |
| I never made you out to be an easy mark |
| A simple re-defining of the meaning of lucid |
| A simple matter of the slow extinction of my spark |
| One look, one blow |
| One heart, run low |
| One more… well placed hole… |
| You’re a woman of the kind likes to cut men slowly |
| So I never really felt it till you cut my soul |
| Now I’m like a gun that’s been cocked and loaded |
| Contemplating the logistics of a well placed hole |
| One look, one blow |
| One heart, run low |
| One more… well placed hole… |
| Did you really ever thing that I would finally do it |
| Did you really think you meant so much |
| I’d lose control |
| I’ve got a little hint for you my star-crossed lover |
| Come back around here if you’re looking for a well placed hole… |
