He wakes up in the morning Does his teeth, bite to eat and he's rolling He never changes a thing The week ends, the week begins
She thinks, we look at each other Wondering what the other is thinking But we never say a thing And these crimes between us grow deeper
Goes to visit his mommy She feeds him well, his concerns He forgets them And remembers being small Playing under the table and dreaming...
Take these chances Place them in a box until a quieter time Lights down, you up and die
Driving along this highway All these cars and upon the sidewalk People in every direction No words exchanged, No time to exchange when... All the little ants are marching Red and black antennae waving They all do it the same They all do it the same way, yeah Candyman tempting the thoughts of a Sweet tooth tortured by weight loss programs Cutting the corners Loose end, loose end, cut cut On the fence, try not to offend Cut cut, cut cut
Take these chances Place them in a box until a quieter time Lights down, you up and die
Lights down, you up and die.
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