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Mountebank
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mountebank
Songwriter
Lyrics
Dry— your senses are overcome
You can't quite seem to place your tongue
The words come out wrong and dumb
You try to play it off like you don't mind
Forgetful of another time
That's best left ignored, I guess
Don't be so shy
Why don't you share some of these bold asides?
To mock the page but never cross the line
Although these lines that you do feed your good time
But can you sound it out?
That when these plans we've made start going south
Don't be surprised when they do
So walk with me on down the street
We'll hop a train or a lorry
Uncomfortable and feeling weak
You ramble off another fucking story
About how I hope in fifty years that they will find
That you were sixty years ahead your time
At least it's ten golden years
So walk with me on down the street
We'll hop a train or a lorry
Light up the world and slay the meek
If it's not burning up the world it's boring
So walk with me down Elkton Street
We'll hop a train or a lorry
Live hand to mouth by skin of teeth
Holding loose appointments with attorneys
Court ordered curfew pushed back to 11:30
I'm asking "who can bear this burden for me?"
Is it too late to start another story?
Writer(s): Mountebank
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