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Ike Reilly
Salesmen and Racists
I wanna be the one that you crave
And then I wanna chase you away
Down past the millwork's lawn
Into a children's song
Crave me
Tell your friends how you crave me
Tell the dead how you needed me
There you are now hangin up in the trees
Under the moon with your bloodied-up knees
Smile at the dead as you float on the breeze
And you never bartered with angels
The souls are all happy
And you seem to mean less
For a second youre beautiful
For a second youre beautiful
And your hair is a wonderful mess
Crave me
Tell your friends how you crave me
Tell the dead how you crave me
Tell the dead how you needed me
I wanna be the one that you crave
And then I wanna chase you
Down past the millwork's lawn
Into a children's song
Crave me
Tell your friends how you crave me
Tell the dead how you crave me
Tell the dead how you needed me
How you needed me
How you needed me
How you needed me