A line above the step beneath
The worst that you could do.
And the best that you could hope for,
Is hardly the best.
Tepid waters chase the pills
With turpentine and chamomile,
And don't get cheap on the wine.
You need to be up all of the time.
Shield your eyes, conceal your lies.
They'll think that you're up to something.
They need for you to be everything
That they cannot be themselves.
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"Morning Calls" as written by Michael Duane Stroud Christopher Andrew Carrabba
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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