My, so much warmer [vocals unclear] and and such a charmer
With my heart hanging out on my sleeve.
Paisley pants and a fine romance
with another run at the rain.
All the time I'm having too much fun,
Without a day for recovery.
All worn out, worn down, turned around,
It could have been that easy a thing.
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One more time at the fork in the road,
Two more times and you think I would know:
Every last time the decision is mine.
I decide how tightly I wind.
There are dice on a plate and even after I ate
I'm still as hungry as before.
Beauty in a bottle and if only I were taller
And thinner, I know I would have more.
In the morning it's again, whatever.
And that night it's enough.
All worn out, worn down, turned around,
And I'd have seen if I'd only looked up.
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Bridge:
But would I know peace of mind if it bit me in the ass?
Would I know peace of mind if it pulled up in a Cadillac?
Some folks are just happier being blue,
If peace of mind walked would I know what the hell to do?
How many days would it take me to clean
Every house in the world but mine?
If I had the time would I find peace of mind,
Under a curtain, or a rug, or a blind?
Here I stand with my dick in my hands,
Thinking there must be something more.
All worn out, worn down, turned around,
And it was right there on the floor.
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