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If you want me to go away I will and not come back another day if you want me to play the crook I will you won't hear what i've got to say I know you
Sleeping in a pool of cianti Council with the ghost beside me Ambulances chant to uselesness Singing with the emergency broadcast system Thank You Governer
Words, words, words they say, and to your dismay, it says they know jack shit. They are intellectual thoroughbreds and little less. See your shoulder
Mister Mistoffelees tie dangles Kissed her isosceles triangles Slap some Burt Bacharach on me Teach me about your anatomy Love between the sheets Show
This confessional is no longer therapeutic It holds no solace for me anymore I can't drive anywhere without you ghost riding shotgun you are never
I'm tired of your rhetoric Do you want me to die in here I'm inside a tall building Running from room to room familiar faces ===CHORUS=== Just let
