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Coming through the eye of a storm
Lost like keys in a purse
I know Iâll find it but I gotta pull everything out first
What do you want
What is it that you want
Youâre always looking like
You got something to ask
Jack be nimble
Jack be quick
Think Iâm gonna, gonna be sick
Wind swept and drifting follow me down
Why donât you come see me when I come around.
I saw you watch her
Your eyes were fixed
You were talking to me
But the show was for her
I read your vanity
Like a murder mystery
It was surprisingly thin on plot
Well if you want her
Go on and get her
Yeah, I wonât stop you
If you wish upon another
Donât say I didnât warn you
When your ship comes in
and you find yourself lost
In a whirlpool wind
I waited in line
I even said please
I knew you were a myth
Shoulda guessed youâd be a tease
Gotta run for cover
Take to the hills
Canât get it out of my mind, this drill
This shifting pallet
this swirling turn
this pattern of greased spending
with little to no return
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- Bolder Than Paradise EP
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- Paste Magazine Sampler #16: Jun-Jul 2005
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