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May 2017
Sometimes your politics are such a bore
Why don’t you look me in the eye instead
Hold it there until you don’t know what to say
That kind of intimacy scares you doesn’t it
That’s why you closed them when you kissed me

It’s the courage to think about a love affair
in the middle of being without your car
and not enough money to get it fixed again
It’s so slow you can actually get used to it
waiting around a pawn shop is a way of life

It doesn’t take a cowboy to build something
Somebody had to pour the slab on wall street
walking the dog is like ignoring capital letters
I can’t say much else to tell you about right now
Sweet sweet dreams are what I’d rather think about

What’s the plan when I get back from my monkey swing
I’m tired of observing the problems of figuring you out
Is it going to happen or are you going to make me suffer first
Don’t look for the chorus because there isn’t one
The whole thing is a bridge that you’d rather cry than cross
Mark Lecuona
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