| Hoping I could be in time for liberty
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| Your intimate description, that’s all that I agree
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| The matter is confused, the argument abused
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| Your cannot be excused
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| I to you, your time with me is through
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| I of you
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| Lying on my back, cold across the rack
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| Wonder why I never really thought of it like that
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| A savage mind
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| To entertain the strangers in our lives
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| If you are scared of the truth
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| Then you must be a lie
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| Holding in a smile, I begged you for a while
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| Even when you picked from the bottom of the pile
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| Don’t expect to find the contract to be signed
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| Everything can wait, ‘cause I’m not pressed for time
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| Speeding, a body to abuse
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| Beating up your, becoming a recluse
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| Don’t expect to find the contract to be signed
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| Everything can wait, ‘cause I’m not pressed for time
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| What’s eating you?
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| Tex-Mex in my sights, no sign of delay
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| With a memory like mine, I could forget today
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| Your is not in vain, your care is my belief
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| But there’s no guarantee that you will find relief
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| (With a memory like mine, I could forget today)
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| What’s eating you? |