you say again that nothing's wrong

i'd really like to play along


your ruby red mouth is full and moist

i'd like to give in to your oboe reed voice

but as sure as those are buzzards in the guava tree

you're looking real funny at me



1 2 3 4,

that's not music you hear, that's the devil

that's not the sun up in the sky, it's a human heart

if you're planning your escape, you know i'm all for you

as i watch the sun come up again over tallahassee, florida

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