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Ferdinand standing in the tower Thinkin' how to get the power Empress knows that it would cost her For Ferdinand The Impostor Came to me to make a deal
Outside the cafe by the cracker factory you were practicin' a magic trick And my thoughts got rude as you talked and chewed On the last of your pick and
You showed me my tomorrow beside a box of matches A welcome threatening stir My hopes of being stolen might just ring true Depends who you prefer If
Pinned down by the dark Been fighting with my sheets Nearly crying in my sleep Yes, I'm battling that well taught gripe The most frustrating type You
I heard the truth was built to bend A mechanism to suspend the guilt Is what you are requiring still You've got to dance little liar Just like those
Tricking through the morning The tramp with the trampoline under his arm Shifts past your whiskers So stuck is the chum with the barking alarm Waits coiled
Fools on parade cavort and carry on for waiting eyes That you would rather be beside than in front of But she's never been the kind to be hollowed by
I was biting the time zone And we embellish the banks of our bloodstreams And threw caution to the colorful I am a fell asleep in the car Until the bumps
Fiendish wonder in a carnival's wake Old caresses once again irritate Tread softly stranger Move over toward the danger that you seek You think excitement
I thought I saw you in the battleship But it was only a look a like She was nothing but a vision trick Under the warning light She was close Close enough
If you can summon the strength, tow me I can't hold down the urgency You've got to make your decent slowly And oil up those sticky keys Coax me out,
Last call for everything A pool of Emmalines delirious She lingers like a chain It's more than grave but not too serious Send in your reverie to me faker
You never lived in the streets though you wish you had Not enough talent to play a guitar You failed as an artist 'cause you lacked in the confidence
Well, I went and lost her To the great imposter I stood and watched her fall Couldn't help her at all Poetry, so sweet, has her at his feet She thinks
The captain wasn't the captain, to begin with Beggin' for orders To reach unfamiliar borders, When the ship starts sinkin' It is wishful thinkin' To separate
A long time ago, our point of view Was broadcast by Mr. Bartholomew And now the world is full of sorrow and pain And it's time for us to speak up again
Your stories told Through the rearview They leak it from your throat Bright red! Goes the stoplight They're coming from behind And who you gonna call
