Music: Jim Prange / Scatterdome
Lyrics: Jim Prange
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The love hits me like a dove looking for a fight
I know you’re right
And I will find another dime to buy another rhyme while you throw limes
Think I’ll spend my time
without a way to see clearly to the end at half past ten
When all the music pours the drinks I won’t have time to think
I’ll close my eyes
Think I’d better fly
The tails and feathers are displayed without a sense of sound seeking play
And as I get another beer to soak up all my fear the night unwinds
Think I’ll spend my time
Yelling at my friends one line soundbite smiles and nodding heads
Tonight I won’t be buying meat I’ve got enough to eat chewing on rose stems
Think I’d better fly
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