Aim high, but shoot low
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Our mission is to bring this monster down with one swift blow
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Think fast, but move slow
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None of my thoughts are intact staring back at the tracks on the trail on an angel
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No one should ever be so young, slighted by the treason of your tongue
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Because no the scene has played itself out and it wore me down as well
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I can't dissipate without a fight
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because you were the first one in my life
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to make me feel like I was more than what I am...
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Your numbers' out of service, at least that's what they say
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But I know that you've forgot about me and you'd like to keep it that way
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In the morning I'll be leaving for home
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And in 24 hours I'll be talking to you over the phone
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I've got nothing to lose but myself
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And I'm growing sick and tired of comparing you to everyone else
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You fall through like the sand in a sieve
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I need to know the answer because I'm hanging by a thread as it is
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Word spreads fast around this town and they all know what's going down
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I've only been here for a day but now I've got the update
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It's rather clear that you moved on,
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but all I need is just a notice
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that it's over because you still occupy my mind
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I've battled with this long enough
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I should take the hint and realize that my lucks' run out
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But this summers' so much hotter
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And so do you get every year I travel back with hopes that I've found home...
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Morris County Blues
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| Dave Melillo |
