i've seen rusting and in the corner of my eye you're changing things. i've got the sense but it looks outwardly. i’m probably going to have to sit this out, a nod to the death and a furrowed brow. these young guns, they can't keep up with me. but i’d see fit to bite my wrist when all that you've said keeps me a virgin in sheets and you a god in my bed. i've seen judging and in the middle of the night you're making scenes. a nod to the floor kills productivity. i'm sure you've got my number written down but on the chance you don't, you know i can't keep coming around. these old bones ain't what they used to be. you know they're going to have to get you for this? you know they're going to sit and hunker down.
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