Service Bells - Prospector's Waltz

She has a terrible eye
And when we borrow the time
We had to stay and keep away
Like old times, like old times.

I had to wait for it, now it's gone
I had the taste for it, now it's gone
Don't ask what's yours.
Don't ask what's yours.

I have a terrible eye
You should've loosen the wire
And we still stay eight feet away
At all times, at all times.

I had to wait for it, now it's gone
I had the taste for it, now it's gone
Don't ask what's yours.
Don't ask what's yours.

I had to wait for it, now it's gone
I had the taste for it, now it's gone
Don't ask what's yours
Don't ask what's yours
Don't ask what's yours
Don't ask what's yours .

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