Hot fussing and fighting fire with an eye for an eye
Leaves two men blind as a batter up
Must then come down on the fly, on the fly
Everyday people in a glass home is where the heart
Is it so much to ask me no more questions
Why are you hitting yourself, why are you hitting yourself?
The clichés of the world roll on and on
They'll keep rolling around when we're dead and gone
And the one that I need I can't seem to find
The syllables are a mess and there isn't a rhyme
Holy cow jumped over the man in the bad moon rising sign
Language barrier reef where papa was a rolling stone
That gathers no moss, that gathers no moss
Laying my cards on the table for two and two together
Equals four score and twenty years of my life away
I want them back, I want them back
If purple is the impression I've made
Then color me unimpressed
How I could fill in the beats that I've lain is anybody's guess
And we're so alone together
But that doesn't seem to make it better
If purple could bring something maybe I'd think something
Palpable to keep me warm at night
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