You said you heard of me so why are you
Standing in the window with his tongue hanging out
Like the
What can you see from your window?
I can't see anythin'
Last night I heard the sirens' song
And I followed it
Ten years out of high school, still no idea what
You watch every move
And call it slide of hand
You know,
You can't make a woman sleep alone
You can't make a
I saw her in Roosevelt Springs, where time doesn't touch
You better watch yourself this time
On your waiting in a
See the man with the military mind
trying to make us
In a razor town you take whoever you Think you
Take my body to Seven-Mile Island.
Lay my head down where
You want her to try new things
She reminds you she
They tell me you walk on the water now
I know
The devil is my running mate
And this here is his
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