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Tribe - Payphone lyrics
Terri/Eric) Time's a mister crime's a mister Mister right is sex and shelter Sam says fists can make him feel like magic Sam says bitch let Sam devour The songs they seem so real See the songs they speak to him See the songs fists sinking, says he's sorry Tears just only make the weak seem weaker Sam says weak ones are the only ones to fight Sam says sex is black and blue assault And that salt makes better all the ladies The songs they calm him down See the songs they make a dove from a hound See the songs can make even Sam sound sad Down, down Is this it? Says his voice to the face in the payphone And the face she seldom speaks, seldom lies Says the face into the payphone And the face she seldom speaks, seldom lies Oh damn you killed our summer And the weather seldom clears Sam says baby let's be bygones But the face she seldom hears, seldom heals Sam a purty song you're not |
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