I never locked the door
I never stood to gain
You coulda
Flagrant understatement: everybody knows I can't take it. Blatant poor
I watched gulls 'til I became a patch of pale
it's a pat on the back
it's after the fact
shoulder on
Lions and tigers and bears: there's something to sing about
You called in sick to pick up all the ammo
Old fashioned way of speaking, all the pipes are leaking
these games
of crafting our fame
of screaming our names
make them all
turn out the lights
throw all the fights
we got a bleeder
recall the spectacle, splendour and glory
translate the feelings into a
Send me back from whence come the tracks. Send my
Don't cut me slack: I get paid to sell you
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