He wakes up in the morning Does his teeth bite to eat and he's rolling Never changes a thing The week ends the week begins She thinks, we look at each other Wondering what the other is thinking But we never say a thing And these crimes between us grow deeper
Take these chances Place them in a box until a quieter time Lights down, you up and die
Goes to visit his mommy She feeds him well his concerns he forgets them And remembers being small Playing under the table and dreaming
Driving along on this highway All these cars and upon the sidewalk People in every direction No words exchanged, no time to exchange and when All the little ants are marching Red and black antennae waving They all do it the same They all do it the same way
Candyman tempting the thoughts of a Sweet tooth tortured by weit loss Program cutting the corners Loose end, loose end cut cut On the fence, not to offend Cut cut cut cut
Take these chances Place them in a box until a quieter time Lights down you up and die Lights down you up and die
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