black suit
sharp shoes
you put salt on everything
they ring for you the bells ring
Black noose
pulled loose
certain whispered words at night
do not hold up to the light
you take all of the credit and none of the blame
you take all you want it will never be the same
the blackest numbers
the whitest lies
you walk a crooked timeline
you smell like taxi and sharp cologne
you know where the time goes
you take all the credit
none of the blame
take all you want it will never be the same
you touched my skin
poured poison in my ear
said nothing personal
you take all the credit
none of the blame
take all the pleasure none of the pain
businessman
it's nothing personal

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