歌词
Drift by, without catching an eye
But only you can do it right, only you are in plight
take the final shot, stir the honey pot, pockets emptied into the slot
Wonder why it all came down, the story had you under the crown
fled, yet again. Half - living at best.
barely dregs, of a dream up in smoke
Giving directions from a rut,
Sink in the quicksand, quick unless you take a hand
terrifying until its all over, the story told (is) nothing like the mould
the anomaly as an absentee, and you down on your knees
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