Throwing Out The Mail Lyrics

Throwing out the mail cause the winter's calling
I make plans to see you but there's always something
Phone's never ringing
But my diary is empty
My suspicion's in my hand
And I feel lady justice has her hands in the muck

Teaching more than I have been taught And it's getting heavy
But I won't give up

Times like this I'm a little watchful
A little more pronounced
She propositions and I sway
I sway my hands
Every thought directs the show

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