| I saw you sitting in a hot tub with what might have been
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| And the ever sexy someday. |
| The foxy promises in their eyes
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| You’re cheating on your wife, right now
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| With a hot present that will never arrive
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| And then we see the the specter of death yawn
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| He’s too bored by us to take us with him to the beyond
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| He dresses as he does in black and rags to avoid being sighted
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| He is off to saunter through eternity and we are not invited, yet
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| I caught you holding hour own mind at gunpoint
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| Trying to come away with something brilliant
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| But a mind will learn what it lives
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| If it’s only known torture that is all it can give
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| Then we see the specter of death yawn
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| He’s too bored by us to take us with him to the beyond
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| Every day I wake up one less day I wake up
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| My love is a dark place, frequented most frequently by my fantasies
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| Inverted positions without your permissions
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| I bring you here into my mind to do the things I’ll never try
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| Then we see the specter of death yawn |