| Seems like every bird I see sings her siren song for me
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| Though there’s music sounding sweetly in my home
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| And I admit I get confused by each arbitrary muse
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| But every dog is duty bound to chase his bone
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| Seems like everywhere I look there’s another scheming crook
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| In a posture I know closely as my own
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| And I’m trying to address it, but I’m good at making messes
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| So snap the bracelets, I’m confessing, cut my throat
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| And I thought it’d quiet down by now
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| Yeah, I thought it’d all just straighten out
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| But I can see i was mistaken
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| Nothing settles
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| Nothing’s sacred
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| Just the whole truth sitting sour in my mouth
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| And I thought it’d quiet down, you know
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| Yeah, I thought it’d all just sorta slow
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| But passivity is reckless
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| When it’s true love you’re protecting
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| You’re the worm in every apple, laying low
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| Seems like every bird I see sings her siren song for me |