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A Thousand Actors
We have to cut you loss sir we've got a million mouths on strike
everybody's talking so who's right? one's a profit one's a loser he treats his mornings like their nights
collasing though he's always fresh and ripe
All my teachers were all failed authors
even though you dance you're dancing cheek to cheek with them my night's been ruined by bows and actors who've all grown soft and try to give it all away
You can't consider
there's been no offer even know it's best to keep your mouth quiet
and thought I hate to say it all the bills were late
and all that shit you pull we look the other way
and you've all grown soft and try to give it all away
From Letras Mania