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Hey you, come on over here You've just been chosen Break through, let go of your fear Don't be so frozen You look so lonely You lost and only Your pulls and vices Now what kind of dog would shake his business at a tree? He didn't have to piss the cop; you know he did have to pee He wags it in the air and says I wish that I could stay Then he points you in a direction and goes the other way. Let's speak with more tense White sheets and roaches Contained in silence Climbing on the fencing Going over there What kind of woman would make her fortress out of straw, Filled with fancy decorations and a matching open bar? She grabs you by the hand and begs you won't you come and stay Then she lays the fuse and lights it blows it all away Black suits are motives Letras de cancionesBlack soot and votives Fresh meat for market Flies and all the insects Going over there Retire to another room And replace the sound The lost and found And often knew that you would do It's a broken star though you won't get far Hey you, come on over here. From Letras Mania