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Clean slate
My lady's passion is my favorite game
We lay on a bed of roses
In the heat of flames
She scathed(?)
And laid in tiles with the mess we made
Defaced all the kindred spirits
Of the good old days
Keepsake the scornful feeling
On a silver tray
Behave and keep your body
From the cleaning rain
Heed the dismal phase
And hide your voices in the deepest caves
Plead in sympathy
And reach for tenure in the webs you weave
Heed the dismal phase
And hide your voices in the deepest caves
Plead in sympathy
And reach for tenure in the webs you weave
Heed the dismal phase
And hide your voices in the deepest caves
Plead in sympathy
And reach for tenure in the webs you weave
My lady's passion is my favorite game
We lay on a bed of roses
In the heat of flames
She scathed(?)
And laid in tiles with the mess we made
Defaced all the kindred spirits
Of the good old days
On a silver tray
Behave and keep your body
From the cleaning rain
And hide your voices in the deepest caves
Plead in sympathy
And reach for tenure in the webs you weave
And hide your voices in the deepest caves
Plead in sympathy
And reach for tenure in the webs you weave
And hide your voices in the deepest caves
Plead in sympathy
And reach for tenure in the webs you weave
Song Info
Submitted by
sunnysidedown On May 31, 2010
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