Fatal
How good is he? How warm are his eyes?
You see, it's not a reprise
Did he arrive too late until tethered a weight
To put on his suit and his tie?
How good is he? How warm is heart
Or ego telling which place to park?
Did he relate a message?
It's clearly, hardly grounds for dismissal, I write
Grounds for dismissal, I write
I wake up and wait up... when anger's in fashion
I wake up and wait up... it all goes through the mansion
I wake up and wait up... when april's in may, oh, oh-oh...
I wake up and wait up... the answers are fatal
The answers are fatal
When I wait up and wake up... the answers are fatal
If he's truly out of sight...
Is he truly out of mind...?
If he's truly out of sight...
compositores: STONE CARPENTER GOSSARD
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