She's bound to run him out
The rest of the nothing of any how
To each his own
The garden is sorting out
She curls her lips on a bar
I don't know if you're dead or not
If you're anyone
Come on and get the minimum
Before you open up your eyes
It's all being served in your hands
Your addled eyes
Come on and get to open yours
Collected at the borderlines
They want to get up in your hair
Cause they know, so do I
The high road is hard to find
A detour in your new life
Tell all of your friends getting warm
The dogs who ran all night
The son who hoped it would
Break from the warfare in your house
To each his own
The soldier is bailing out
And curled his lips on a bar
And I don't know if the dead can talk
To anyone
Come on and get the minimum
Before you open up your eyes
It's all being served in your hands
Are you one of us
Come on and get to open yours
Collected at the borderlines
They want to get up in your hair
cause they know, so do I
The high road is hard to find
A detour in your new life
Tell all of your friends getting warm
It's too late to change your mind
You let laws be your guide...
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