Filibust and hesitate
You say I procrastinate
And that my heart beat's
Now that we're alone;
Trouble, baby, doesn't always come in threes.
I
This one is a bad one
It's no lie
but that's not
One more for the collection
you've got on your wall
paint it
Without an invitation
it used to be more fun
surveillance through the
Baby's busy hiding in the bassinet
wonderin' if the third world
it's a kind of parade
it's a bucket brigade
who got it
Always thought it was a game with us
Move until enough's
Always been horseblinded
Could never see
Past the two shades on the
Who'd of ever thought to
call that coal?
If my hands were
...And you want to impress
That you love me more or
What could it be
What would you bet
I'm not too sure
About
It's hiding in the corner
of every sacred place
before the ambush
Years away
with foreign girls
the bedlam boys
took sand from pearls
The tide
I want you to keep a piece of me
in there;
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