You better find a way out
You better learn how to run
You better walk away
And leave the angles to the shills
Well I've been thinking for days
About the means and the ways
I could hate all I touch
I know you're my lady
Wise to trickle numb to flood
A voice coach taught me to sing
He couldn't teach me to love
All the above
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Praise the grammar police
Set me up with your niece
Walk to Baltimore
And keep the language off the streets
I'm of several minds
I am the worst of my kind
I want to cremate the crutch
I know you're my lady
Phone calls could corrupt the morning heed
The surgeons warning
Pillars of eights
I swung the fiery sword
I vent my spleen at the lord
He is abstract and bored
Too much milk and honey
I walzed through the wilderness
With nothing but a compass and a canteen
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