There is no perfect time too fast or slow, standard versus strong (?)
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The truth be told you can't be bought, you can't be sold.
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Forgive me I owe them this swollen joke.
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Oozing from your throats that clutters and control.
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Since you busted every window and knocked down every door
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Cut up every alleyway and smoked up every whore.
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You turn a colder shoulder to the suture we kept close.
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You turn a concrete answer to a simple yes or no, no, no, yes, no
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Let's fall behind in perfect time.
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Won't you stay a while? We're counting on you.
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So sad to say you've gone away,
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Without a trace or two.
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There is no perfect time too fast or slow, standard versus strong (?)
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There is no perfect time. There is no perfect place.
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No picture perfect face with picture perfect clothes in picture perfect pose.
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Let's fall behind in perfect time.
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Won't you stay a while? We're counting on you.
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So sad to say you've gone away,
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Without a trace or two.
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(repeat)
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Perfect Time
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| Archers of Loaf |
