I TRUST MY WEAK ENDS TO LITTLE PIECES
THESE LITTLE PIECES THAT GET YOU BY
WE ALL WANT SOMETHING IN FOREIGN PLACES
WE ALL TAKE A TURN AT THE WHEEL IN TIME
THE WHEEL
IF THERE'S SOME RIGHT WAY I NEED DIRECTION
MY MAP IS OVERDRAWN BY THE SHORTCUTS I LIVE BY
UNLESS SOME STEP IN THE WRONG PLACE
I FLOAT LIKE BUTTER
ADD A LITTLE HEAT AND IT ALL BOILS OVER

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