Now we're down to our last trips
And then down to the bone licking my lips
A bit out of tone, my mind too gone
And then he began digging my grave

They all say just to talk
And no way it comes up
But if you tell 'em with the leather
Just pleasantry, BEAUTIFUL

PRETEND it's not there
And rehearse for the friends
But if you tell them what their number
I'll take a bite

What if you tell me what's on
My eyes will tell you about it
You get to cross that finish line
I'm keeping eyes open on my pillow
Keep your hand on my door, my door

They all say just to talk
And no way it comes up
But if you tell 'em with the leather
Just pleasantry, BEAUTIFUL

PRETEND it's not there
And rehearse for the friends
But if you tell them what their number
I'll take a bite

What if you tell them what they love
What if you tell them what they love
What if you tell them what they love
What if

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