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• 7/17/08
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Yeah but nobody searches. Nobody cares somehow, when the loving that you've wasted comes raining from a hapless cloud.
And I might stop and look upon your face. Disappear in the sweet, sweet gaze.
See the living that surrounds me dissipate in a violet place.

Can't you see what you've done to my heart, and soul?
This is a wasteland now...

We spies.
We slow hands.
Put the weights all around yourself.
We spies.
Oh yeah we slow hands.
You put the weights all around yourself now.

I submit my incentive is romance. I watched the pole dance of the stars.
We rejoice because the hurting is so painless from the distance of passing cars.
But I am married to your charms and grace. I just go crazy like the good old days.
You make me want to pick up a guitar nd celebrate the myriad ways that I love you...

Can't you see what you've done to my heart, and soul?
This is a wasteland now...

We spies.
Yeah we slow hands.
You put the weights all around yourself.
We spies.
Oh yeah we slow hands.
Killer, for hire you know not yourself.

We spies.
We slow hands.
You put the weights all around yourself.
We spies.
Oh yeah we slow hands.
We retire like nobody else.
We spies.
Intimate slow hands killer.
For hire you know not yourself.
We spies.
Intimate slow hands.

You let the face slap around herself.